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 Lanky Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Deceitful.
Your age: 44.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 15
WIL: 8
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Western Yew (d6, bulky)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 5
Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Scouting. When taking the Travel action, your presence decreases the chance of getting lost by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6).
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
Western Yew (d6, bulky). Can be wielded as a blunt weapon (d6). Noisy.