┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Crier │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 10 │ 15 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 12 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Statuesque │ Speech: Precise │ Age: 34 │ │ Skin: Tattooed │ Clothing: Elegant ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Ambitious │ │ │ Face: Bony │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with │ │ story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving │ │ behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout │ │ the region, sparking a “gold rush” of sorts for │ │ jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are │ │ the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great │ │ tragedy yet to come. │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Scouting. When taking the Travel action, your presence decreases the chance of getting lost by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6). 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)