You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Stout Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Lazy.
Your age: 16.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 15
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Star-Iron Mace (d8)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Bleeding Star. Take a Star-Iron Mace (d8). It shines faintly in darkness and becomes very hot in the presence of witchcraft.
What was your vow?
Honesty. Choose a weapon type (blunt, blade, etc). Attacks against you of this type are impaired. If your vow is broken, you lose d4 WIL.