┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Feather │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 14 │ 7 │ 11 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Scrawny │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 33 │ │ Skin: Soft │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Bald │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Elongated │ Vice: Greedy │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You protect a long-dormant family secret. Take one half │ │ of an Ancient Key (petty). They say that if joined with │ │ its twin, it opens a Gate through any door. │ │ │ │ │ ├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 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)