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,
Weathered Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Vain.
Your age: 21.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 16
DEX: 4
WIL: 13
🙛 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)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
War. If you are first to attack, your bow gains the blast property for the first round.
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).