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 Rugged Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Aggressive.
Your age: 39.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 4
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Paring Knife (d6)
Hardening Glue (3 uses)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 28
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 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.
🙛 Your Past
What did you last hunt?
An azure warbler. The gametes attract a sizeable profit, if properly extracted. You succeeded but left its nest to the wolves. Take a Paring Knife (d6), an extra 20gp, and a pang of regret.
What tool is always in your pack?
Hardening Glue: Makes any flat material (cloth, leather, sand) as hard as stone. Expensive (20gp a bottle, 3 uses).