You are a specter in the night, a fleeting shadow that slips by its prey, unseen. Each kill is a test of cunning and animal determination, a contest between life and death. You know that one day you will lose. You look forward to it.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Aggressive.
Your age: 42.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 3
WIL: 7
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Rime Seed (1 uses)
Trail Shaker
Twig (petty)
Gold: 5
π Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
What did you last hunt?
An ice nettle, trapping and draining sheep. You lost your commission when the fungus you introduced killed half the flock. Take a Rime Seed (1 use). It freezes any body of water, no matter the size. Don't eat it.
What tool is always in your pack?
Trail Shaker: A noisy instrument that reveals nearby trails, even when deeply hidden.