┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Lyra │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Prowler │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 8 │ 8 │ HP: 2 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 7 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Short │ Speech: Whispery │ Age: 31 │ │ Skin: Scarred │ Clothing: Soiled ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wispy │ Virtue: Merciful │ │ │ Face: Pale │ Vice: Bitter │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20Gp, │ │ and an Ornate Compass that always points towards │ │ something deep in The Woods. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a │ │ white-frocked beast: soon after, they are found dead in │ │ their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer │ │ creatures to hunt. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? A mock firefly, baiting water carriers with its glowing lure. Take an Alchemical Limb (d8) to replace the one it tore off. It works as well as the real thing, and is immune to poison, fire, and heat. Sometimes it jams. What tool is always in your pack? Drowse Balm A wax bar. If boiled in water, the steam acts as a soporific agent. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)