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 Brawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Rude.
Your age: 50.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 6
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Sessile Oak (d8, bulky)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 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.
🙛 Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Hunting. When taking the Supply action, your ability to secure Rations increases by one step (e.g. 1d4 becomes 1d6).
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
Sessile Oak (d8, bulky). Slams into targets. On Critical Damage something is torn off.