Sable

Prowler

πŸ™› Description

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 Athletic Physique, Oily Skin, and Curly Hair. Your Face is Rakish, your Speech Booming. You have Rancid Clothing. You are Humble and Vengeful. Your age: 17.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 7
WIL: 14

πŸ™› Equipment (8)
Items:
Gold: 9

πŸ™› Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.

πŸ™› Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.

πŸ™› 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?
Spike and Cord: For traversing difficult terrain or for creating makeshift traps and structures.