┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Iwan                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Half Witch                           │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      10 │       8 │       9 │ HP:  5 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 10 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Rugged     │ Speech: Precise         │ Age: 26  │
│ Skin: Webbed         │ Clothing: Rancid        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Wispy          │ Virtue: Honorable       │          │
│ Face: Square         │ Vice: Deceitful         │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch.   │
│ Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid     │
│ yourself of the whistle either.                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Swarms of insects are fleeing from The Woods in droves,   │
│ destroying any wooden structures they come across. The    │
│ sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass     │
│ overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.                 │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
Hawthorn Seed An acorn from the other side, gathered on the spring equinox. When planted it sprouts a luxurious shelter, collapsing at moonrise the next day. 1 use.
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Thicket Spellbook, Iron dagger (d6), Herbs pouch (restore 1 STR, 3 uses), Ghillie suit