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 Flabby Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 27.
Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 2
STR: 11
DEX: 9
WIL: 3
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Sessile Oak (d8, bulky)
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 18
Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Hunting. When taking the Supply action, your ability to secure Rations increases by one step (e.g. 1d4 becomes 1d6).
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
Sessile Oak (d8, bulky). Slams into targets. On Critical Damage something is torn off.