Nortile

Tall ,lean, rangy and tan.

Copeesh Village, in the Gallmian Plains.

Hunter

Weapons:All
Ranged Weapons: Longbow
Etc:All

Backstory:Born and raised in Copeesh Village he became a hunter, stalking game in the long grass. His parents still lie as farmers near the borders of Copeesh Village

Melee:
-bronze knife

Ranged:
-longbow(48)

Armor:
-leather cap
-leather jerkin
-leather gloves
-leather boots
-camouflage cloak(useful for hiding in the woods)

Items:
-Quiver
-pouch
-meat(15)
-35 gold

Spec:
-marksman:You get a bonus to ranged attacks.
-stealth: You can avoid detection by other creatures better than most.
-hunting: Kill a rabbit. Take its meat. Does not work on a boat or in town.
-sight: You have some pretty sharp eyes.

Nortile kneels in the long grass of the plains. He sweats under the heat of the blazing sun and the warm breeze. He stares at the group of gazelle at the pond. They are unaware of his presence as they drink and wash themselves. One of them lies in the shade of a nearby tree, apparently asleep. He had been tracking this herd for hours now, and finally found them. Just one of them might offer a weeks worth of food.

Nortile checks the wind, and his location relative to the target antelope. If he is close enough to shoot the antelope with a reasonable chance of hitting him, he quickly stands and fires.

If not he checks the wind, to see if he is up-wind of the antelopes. If he is, he stalks close, otherwise he begins making a wide circle about the antelopes.

Nortile releases an arrow into the hind leg of the largest antelope. It falls over and has considerable trouble trying to stand up again. The rest of the herd wastes no time in running.

Nortile fires at the downed antelope again.

This time the arrow lodges in the antelopes stomach. IT was been mortally wounded.

Nortile walks up to the antelope and cuts the throat, letting it bleed out.

As he lets the antelope die, he notices something shiny in the muddy edge of the pond.

Nortile picks up the shiny thing, pockets it, and proceeds with determining about whether to butcher the corpse, or see if he could carry the whole thing back to the village.

He could indeed cut it up and take the meat back, but not without sacrificing the animals coat. Lifting it is just out of the question.

Nortile skins the animal first, then butchers the skinless corpse, then uses the hide as a seck to carry more meat back.

But first he examines the shiny object.

The shiny object is a mysterious silver vial.
Nortile tries to skin it, but having no experience as a tanner, only manages to mangle it.

Nortile chugs the contents of the vial, before proceeding to buthcer the antelope as best he can, and wraps what meat he can in the tatters of the hide, for stop it from dripping if nothing else.

Upon drinking the vial, time seems to stop, and the world turns grey. A voice echoes in his head like the buzzing of a cicada.
"Only one shall I grant of three; Strength, Intellect, or Agility."

Nortile looked about the plains. Agility was fine but unless it could help him run down an antelope he doubted it would help much. Strength? He didn't see any tree's except in a few sparse clumps about shallow pools of water. Short of those few there was nothing he could concieve to use new-found strength on.

He shrugged."Intelligence then."

He got back to salvaging the meat and what he could of the hide.