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,
Rosy Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vain.
Your age: 41.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 3
WIL: 15
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Stone Pine (d6, bulky)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 5
π Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
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?
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?
Stone Pine (d6, bulky). Produces one use of Sticky Sap per day. The sap is highly explosive.