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,
Scarred Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Booming. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Bitter.
Your age: 28.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 11
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Western Yew (d6, bulky)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 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?
Falconry. You keep a falcon [3 hp, 5 STR, 16 DEX, 4 WIL, claws (d6+d6), bite (d8)]. It only eats live game.
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
Western Yew (d6, bulky). Can be wielded as a blunt weapon (d6). Noisy.