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 Scrawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Booming. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Humble and
Nervous.
Your age: 30.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 8
DEX: 5
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Stone Pine (d6, bulky)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 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.
🙛 Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Scouting. When taking the Travel action, your presence decreases the chance of getting lost by one step (e.g. 4-in-6 becomes 3-in-6).
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.