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 Scrawny Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Vengeful.
Your age: 14.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 7
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Western Yew (d6, bulky)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 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?
Western Yew (d6, bulky). Can be wielded as a blunt weapon (d6). Noisy.