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 Lanky Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Craven.
Your age: 30.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 2
STR: 16
DEX: 7
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Alchemical Limb (d8, petty)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Fermented Spirits (3 uses)
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A mock firefly, baiting water carriers with its glowing lure. Take an Alchemical Limb (d8, petty when worn) to replace the one it tore off and an Oil Can (6 uses). The limb is immune to heat and poison. Needs to be oiled daily.
What tool is always in your pack?
Fermented Spirits: Keeps you warm at the best of times and as an explosive at the worst. 3 Uses.