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 Stout Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 26.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 9
WIL: 3
🙛 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: 6
🙛 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
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.
🙛 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?
Striped Bamboo (d6). Collapsible, it only requires one slot (but still requires both hands).