You copy ancient texts and illuminate manuscripts, recording the voices of the clever, the great, and the powerful. You will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Droning. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Humble and
Deceitful.
Your age: 39.
Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 11
WIL: 5
Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Quill & Ink
Blank Book
Awl (d6)
Badge (petty)
A Treatise on the Abyss
Echo Leaf (petty)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 18
Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
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
What work did you keep for yourself?
A Treatise on the Abyss. A nondescript black book. An in-depth, largely theoretical text describing the Roots, as well as information about the location of a nearby Gate.
How do you transcribe sensitive information?
Echo Leaf. A blank parchment. Whomever unfurls it sees their actions of the day slowly revealed in a tight scrawl.