┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Iwan                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Half Witch                           │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      10 │      10 │      10 │ HP:  5 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 10 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Towering   │ Speech: Blunt           │ Age: 29  │
│ Skin: Weathered      │ Clothing: Livery        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Wispy          │ Virtue: Humble          │          │
│ Face: Perfect        │ Vice: Deceitful         │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each         │
│ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │
│ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is    │
│ crude, but accurate.                                      │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and      │
│ unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due   │
│ to an unsettling howl that emanates from The Woods each   │
│ full moon.                                                │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, a crossing of veils that makes you an enigma to many. You are both a conduit and a caution of what happens when two worlds collide.
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What did you bring back from the unseelie court?
A Black Rose Fiddle (bulky). Its music causes intense sadness and immobility in nearby mortals (others are merely fascinated). You don’t know how to play.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients
did you gather to make it?
Hex Stone Gathered from a river that flows from the other side. Removed from its iron tin, it can absorb the effects of an active magical effect. If destroyed, the magic is released. 1 use.
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Thicket Spellbook, Iron dagger (d6), Herbs pouch (restore 1 STR, 3 uses), Ghillie suit