┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Cai │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 15 │ 10 │ 11 │ HP: 5 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 13 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Rugged │ Speech: Stuttering │ Age: 32 │ │ Skin: Webbed │ Clothing: Soiled ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wavy │ Virtue: Humble │ │ │ Face: Rat-Like │ Vice: Lazy │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you │ │ to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter │ │ (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to │ │ the Lord Of Winter. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and │ │ farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep │ │ within The Woods. They also say that the sound is getting │ │ closer. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Wych Elm (d6, bulky). Protects the bearer from poisons and toxins, so long as they are holding it. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Serrated knife (d6), Boiled leather (1 Armor), Wooden sight (petty), Heartroot Salve (recover 1d4 STR)