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 Athletic Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Greedy.
Your age: 13.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 2
STR: 16
DEX: 8
WIL: 3
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
White Ash (+1 Armor, d6, bulky)
Gold: 5
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
π Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
War. If you are first to attack, your bow gains the blast property for the first round.
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
White Ash (d6, bulky). Can be used in place of a shield in melee combat (+1 Armor).