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 Brawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Craven.
Your age: 38.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 4
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Paring Knife (d6)
Drowse Balm
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
What did you last hunt?
An azure warbler. The gametes attract a sizeable profit, if properly extracted. You succeeded but left its nest to the wolves. Take a Paring Knife (d6), an extra 20gp, and a pang of regret.
What tool is always in your pack?
Drowse Balm: A wax bar. If boiled in water, the steam acts as a soporific agent.