Brielle

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 Brawny Physique, Birthmarked Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Broken, your Speech Formal. You have Livery Clothing. You are Courageous and Craven. Your age: 49.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 7
WIL: 13

🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Gold: 3

🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.

🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.

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