┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Nuja │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Prowler │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 11 │ 8 │ 6 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 11 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Brawny │ Speech: Droning │ Age: 32 │ │ Skin: Marked │ Clothing: Frumpy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wispy │ Virtue: Disciplined │ │ │ Face: Bony │ Vice: Vain │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each │ │ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │ │ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is │ │ crude, but accurate. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned │ │ black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those │ │ who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent │ │ desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their │ │ words. │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? An ice nettle, trapping and draining sheep. You lost your commission when the fungus you introduced killed half the flock. Take a Rime Seed (1 use). It freezes any body of water, no matter the size. Don’t eat it. What tool is always in your pack? Trail Shaker A noisy instrument that reveals nearby trails, even when deeply hidden. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)