┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Pluck │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 5 │ 12 │ 12 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Short │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 43 │ │ Skin: Weathered │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Honorable │ │ │ Face: Sunken │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, │ │ it gave you some Silver Moss. Swallow it near water and │ │ the creature will come, once, to repay its debt. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing │ │ a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the │ │ divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and │ │ fear what may emerge from the other side. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Tournaments. Attacks with your bow are enhanced if the target is immobile. 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)