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 Athletic Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Formal. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vengeful.
Your age: 14.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 6
WIL: 10
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Stone Pine (d6, bulky)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 6
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
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?
Stone Pine (d6, bulky). Produces one use of Sticky Sap per day. The sap is highly explosive.