┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Needle │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 11 │ 11 │ 15 │ HP: 2 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 7 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Stout │ Speech: Cryptic │ Age: 26 │ │ Skin: Weathered │ Clothing: Filthy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Frizzy │ Virtue: Gregarious │ │ │ Face: Square │ Vice: Craven │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love │ │ who disappeared into The Woods long ago. Somehow, you │ │ know that they are still alive. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Swarms of insects are fleeing from The Woods in droves, │ │ destroying any wooden structures they come across. The │ │ sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass │ │ overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ You strike from afar, but that does not make you a coward. You are a musician, the song of your bowstring nought but a warning, singing the silent promise of a quick death. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── How did you earn your bow? Scouting. When taking the Travel action, your presence decreases the chance of getting lost by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6). What kind of wood is your bow made from? Western Yew (d6, bulky). Can be wielded as a blunt weapon (d6). Noisy. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Serrated knife (d6), Boiled leather (1 Armor), Wooden sight (petty), Heartroot Salve (recover 1d4 STR)