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,
Rosy Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Greedy.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 12
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Rime Seed (1 uses)
Drowse Balm
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 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?
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?
Drowse Balm: A wax bar. If boiled in water, the steam acts as a soporific agent.