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,
Soft Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Precise. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Lazy.
Your age: 48.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 8
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Tooth (petty)
Fermented Spirits (3 uses)
Ancient Key Half (petty)
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
Ancient Key Half: You protect a long-dormant family secret. Take one half of an Ancient Key. They say that if joined with its twin, it opens a Gate through any door.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A silver marsh crawler that killed someone close to you. You now carry its Tooth (petty) on a chain around your neck as a warning to others of its kind. The tooth hums softly when something is stalking you.
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.