┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Thunder │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 13 │ 9 │ 9 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 9 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Rugged │ Speech: Squeaky │ Age: 37 │ │ Skin: Webbed │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Frizzy │ Virtue: Disciplined │ │ │ Face: Square │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from │ │ a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander │ │ your newfound riches and a debt long thought forgotten │ │ would be called. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has │ │ suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of │ │ disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found │ │ in its core. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Training. If you are the first to attack, melee attacks against you are impaired until you take STR damage. What kind of wood is your bow made from? White Ash (d6, bulky). Can be used in place of a shield in melee combat (+1 Armor). ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Serrated knife (d6), Boiled leather (1 Armor), Wooden sight (petty), Heartroot Salve (recover 1d4 STR)