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,
Tattooed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Nervous.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 2
STR: 7
DEX: 6
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
White Ash (+1 Armor, d6, bulky)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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?
White Ash (d6, bulky). Can be used in place of a shield in melee combat (+1 Armor).