┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Brielle │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Prowler │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 9 │ 15 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 11 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Rugged │ Speech: Formal │ Age: 34 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Soiled ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wavy │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Broken │ Vice: Nervous │ │ ├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an │ │ ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a │ │ great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation. │ │ │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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 azure warbler. The gametes attract a sizeable profit, if properly extracted. You succeeded, but left its nest to the wolves. Take a Paring Knife (d6), an extra 20gp, and a pang of regret. What tool is always in your pack? Drowse Balm A wax bar. If boiled in water, the steam acts as a soporific agent. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)