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,
Weathered Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Humble and
Lazy.
Your age: 43.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 7
WIL: 16
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Rime Seed (1 uses)
Hardening Glue (3 uses)
Journal
Gold: 5
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
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
π 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?
Hardening Glue: Makes any flat material (cloth, leather, sand) as hard as stone. Expensive (20gp a bottle, 3 uses).