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,
Webbed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Lazy.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 11
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Star-Iron Mace (d8)
Single Gem
Gold: 10
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 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?
Charity. Once per day, you can shrug off a Fatigue. If your vow is ever broken, you permanently lose one inventory slot.