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 Statuesque Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 21.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 18
WIL: 14
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Sessile Oak (d8, bulky)
Gold: 18
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
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
π Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Training. If you are the first to attack, melee attacks against you are impaired until you take STR damage.
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
Sessile Oak (d8, bulky). Slams into targets. On Critical Damage something is torn off.