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,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 44.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 4
WIL: 6
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Alchemical Limb (d8, petty)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Iron Rattle
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 5
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
π Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A mock firefly, baiting water carriers with its glowing lure. Take an Alchemical Limb (d8, petty when worn) to replace the one it tore off and an Oil Can (6 uses). The limb is immune to heat and poison. Needs to be oiled daily.
What tool is always in your pack?
Iron Rattle: A noisemaker for distracting or scaring your quarry. Sounds convincingly like a snake.