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.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 50.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 3
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Stone Pine (d6, bulky)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 31
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 Your Past
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?
Stone Pine (d6, bulky). Produces one use of Sticky Sap per day. The sap is highly explosive.