┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Pluck │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 9 │ 11 │ 14 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 13 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Athletic │ Speech: Whispery │ Age: 31 │ │ Skin: Soft │ Clothing: Filthy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Merciful │ │ │ Face: Sunken │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that periodically │ │ wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home. │ │ It wants to keep you alive, at least until it is free. It │ │ takes up one slot, but eats one Fatigue per day. It can │ │ detect magic and knows a bit about The Woods. │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an │ │ ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a │ │ great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation. │ │ │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Tournaments. Attacks with your bow are enhanced if the target is immobile. What kind of wood is your bow made from? Stone Pine (d6, bulky). Produces one use of Sticky Sap per day. It is highly explosive. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Serrated knife (d6), Boiled leather (1 Armor), Wooden sight (petty), Heartroot Salve (recover 1d4 STR)