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 Stout Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Droning. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Serene and
Aggressive.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 9
DEX: 7
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Rime Seed (1 uses)
Fermented Spirits (3 uses)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 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?
Fermented Spirits: Keeps you warm at the best of times and as an explosive at the worst. 3 Uses.