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 Towering Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Formal. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Nervous.
Your age: 14.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 17
WIL: 17
π Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Striped Bamboo (d6)
Gold: 5
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π 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.
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?
Striped Bamboo (d6). Collapsible, it only requires one slot (but still requires both hands).