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 Scrawny Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Formal. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Humble and
Deceitful.
Your age: 13.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 2
STR: 6
DEX: 11
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Stone Pine (d6, bulky)
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 7
🙛 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
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 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?
Stone Pine (d6, bulky). Produces one use of Sticky Sap per day. The sap is highly explosive.