┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Feather │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 13 │ 14 │ 14 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 15 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Brawny │ Speech: Precise │ Age: 38 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Foreign ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Frizzy │ Virtue: Courageous │ │ │ Face: Square │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great │ │ treasure hidden deep in The Woods. You thought it naught │ │ but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) │ │ marked with an X. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a │ │ white-frocked beast: soon after, they are found dead in │ │ their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer │ │ creatures to hunt. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Hunting. When taking the Supply action your ability to secure Rations increases by one step (e.g. 1d4 becomes 1d6). 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)