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 Flabby Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Booming. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Lazy.
Your age: 20.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 2
STR: 15
DEX: 13
WIL: 4
π Equipment (11)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Heartseed
Iron Bracers (+1 Armor, bulky)
Drowse Balm
Journal
Gold: 18
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π 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.
π Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A malicious forest spirit that poisoned a homestead. You saved a Heartseed from the roots of a dying tree (plant to create a a new forest). Also, take Iron Bracers (+1 Armor, bulky).
What tool is always in your pack?
Drowse Balm: A wax bar. If boiled in water, the steam acts as a soporific agent.