Chayse

Prowler

🙛 Description

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, Oily Skin, and Oily Hair. Your Face is Sunken, your Speech Precise. You have Livery Clothing. You are Courageous and Craven. Your age: 42.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 7
WIL: 6

🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Gold: 14

🙛 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
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.

🙛 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?
Spike and Cord: For traversing difficult terrain or for creating makeshift traps and structures.