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,
Webbed Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Rude.
Your age: 17.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 4
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Striped Bamboo (d6)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 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?
Striped Bamboo (d6). Collapsible, it only requires one slot (but still requires both hands).