┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Lyra │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Prowler │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 11 │ 10 │ 13 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 15 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Stout │ Speech: Gravelly │ Age: 36 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wavy │ Virtue: Courageous │ │ │ Face: Bony │ Vice: Nervous │ │ ├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 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? A malicious forest spirit that poisoned a homestead. You saved a Heartseed from the roots of a dying tree (plant to create a a new forest). Also, take Iron Bracers (+1 Armor, bulky). What tool is always in your pack? Spike and Cord For traversing or securing difficult terrains, or for creating makeshift traps and structures. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)