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,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Lazy.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 10
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Stone Pine (d6, bulky)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 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
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
🙛 Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Training. If you are the first to attack, melee attacks against you are impaired until you take STR damage.
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.