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 Towering Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Serene and
Nervous.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 15
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Spike and Cord
Twig (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 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.
🙛 Omens
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A hollow wolf that had been frightening travelers. You took pity on the half-starved creature and nursed it back to health. Now it is loyal to you unto death. It is also a great tunneler. 5 HP, 11 STR, 13 DEX, 8 WIL, teeth (d6).
What tool is always in your pack?
Spike and Cord: For traversing difficult terrain or for creating makeshift traps and structures.