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 Athletic Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Greedy.
Your age: 45.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 2
STR: 17
DEX: 5
WIL: 5
π 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)
Fermented Spirits (3 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 10
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 constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
π 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?
Fermented Spirits: Keeps you warm at the best of times and as an explosive at the worst. 3 Uses.