┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Sable │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Prowler │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 8 │ 12 │ 7 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 8 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Athletic │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 35 │ │ Skin: Tattooed │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Oily │ Virtue: Tolerant │ │ │ Face: Square │ Vice: Nervous │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch. │ │ Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid │ │ yourself of the whistle either. │ │ │ │ │ ├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. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ You are a specter in the night, a fleeting shadow that slips by its prey, unseen. Each kill 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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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? Fermented Spirits Keeps you warm at the best of times, and as an explosive at the worst. 3 Uses. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)