┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Cai │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 9 │ 13 │ 7 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Scrawny │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 17 │ │ Skin: Tanned │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Gregarious │ │ │ Face: Chiseled │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed │ │ their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. │ │ You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal │ │ illusions. │ │ │ ├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? Falconry. You keep a falcon [3 hp, 5 STR, 16 DEX, 4 WIL, claws (d6+d6), bite (d6)]. It only eats live game. 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)