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,
Rosy Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Precise. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 38.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 12
WIL: 12
🙛 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)
Drowse Balm
Twig (petty)
Gold: 13
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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?
Drowse Balm: A wax bar. If boiled in water, the steam acts as a soporific agent.