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 Rugged Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Aggressive.
Your age: 26.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 8
WIL: 15
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Wych Elm (d6, bulky)
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 11
π Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that youβd bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Tournaments. Attacks with your bow are enhanced if the target is immobile.
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
Wych Elm (d6, bulky). Protects the bearer from poisons and toxins, so long as they are holding it.