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 Towering Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Nervous.
Your age: 38.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 18
DEX: 3
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Heartseed
Iron Bracers (+1 Armor, bulky)
Iron Rattle
Letter (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 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 malicious forest spirit that poisoned a homestead. You saved a Heartseed from the roots of a dying tree (plant to create a a new forest). Also, take Iron Bracers (+1 Armor, bulky).
What tool is always in your pack?
Iron Rattle: A noisemaker for distracting or scaring your quarry. Sounds convincingly like a snake.