You nock your arrow and breathe into the shot. When you let go, a bitter taste fills your mouth and you are reminded suddenly of blood. The arrow pierces the deer through the eye. It dies instantly. You are filled with a feeling of foreboding. Something is terribly wrong. The men around you shiver.
The men begin whispering. Was this a sacred deer? One of the soldiers taps you on the shoulder, “Sir, we are in the grove of Artemis. I believe you have angered her.”
The only way to fix this is to visit the seer. Perhaps he knows of a sacrifice you can make to appease the angry goddess.