┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Feather │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 13 │ 13 │ HP: 4 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 14 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Short │ Speech: Precise │ Age: 44 │ │ Skin: Webbed │ Clothing: Elegant ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wispy │ Virtue: Merciful │ │ │ Face: Perfect │ Vice: Rude │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20Gp, │ │ and an Ornate Compass that always points towards │ │ something deep in The Woods. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The constellations have slowly started shifting in the │ │ night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have │ │ stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem │ │ disturbed. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Training. If you are the first to attack, melee attacks against you are impaired until you take STR damage. What kind of wood is your bow made from? Sessile Oak (d8, bulky). Slams into targets. On Critical Damage something is torn off. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Serrated knife (d6), Boiled leather (1 Armor), Wooden sight (petty), Heartroot Salve (recover 1d4 STR)