Wildling Scavenger

Pregen character from Sundered Skies


Attributes: Agility d8, Smarts d6, Spirit d8,
Strength d8, Vigor d6
Skills: Climbing d6, Fighting d8, Guts d6,
Healing d4, Lockpicking d4, Notice d6,
Shooting d8, Streetwise d4
Charisma: –1; Pace: 6; Parry: 6; Toughness:
Hindrances: Clueless, Curious, Fugitive,
Habit (fastidiously clean), Illiterate, Small
Edges: Determined, Fleshforged (Cat; 2 to
Climbing), Glowmad Immunity, Luck, Scavenger
Gear: Leather (
1, 10lbs), fl intlock pistol
(5/10/20, 2d6+1, 2 actions to reload, 3lb),
Stone dagger (Str+d4, degrades 2lb), crowbar
(2lbs), hammer (1lb), 15 rounds of shot
w/powder (2lbs)


You don’t remember your “birth”—but
then, no wildlings do. Your fi rst memories
were of being put to work building a homeoak
by a cruel shepherd. This hard, back-breaking
work continued for a few weeks, and then
you were collected along with a dozen other
wildlings and delivered to a holding pen.
Neither you, nor any of your fellow captives,
knew what awaited—but you knew it
wasn’t good. Wildlings often disappeared,
never to be seen again. You waited several
hours huddled together, desperately afraid.
A boughbreaker strike force rescued you
before you met your terrible fate. They smuggled
you all off the island and shipped you to
Canopy, where they told you all to seek new
Consumed by curiosity however, you left
Canopy almost immediately, intent on seeing
what life was like in the big wide sky. Today
you scours ruins for salvage, rarely giving any
thought to your previous life, or those you
left behind.
Soon this is going to change.

Wildling Scavenger

A Blood Red Sky bohumpus