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 Short Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Bitter.
Your age: 23.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 5
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Striped Bamboo (d6)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 13
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 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?
Striped Bamboo (d6). Collapsible, it only requires one slot (but still requires both hands).