Your coin comes from escorting caravans, tracking fugitives, or lending your blade to a cause. You've been a savior, an executioner, a hero, and even a villain. Yours is not a solitary path, however: you'll always have your horse.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vain.
Your age: 16.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 18
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Tally Stick
Miniature Lute
Gold: 9
🙛 Special
Heavy Destrier (2
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
Loyalty to the work: Your word is your bond. Once you've accepted a job, you see it through to the end. Take a weathered Tally Stick. Once a vow is marked onto its face, the stick hardens (d8) until it is complete. The stick will snap in half if the vow is ever broken.
What breed is your horse?
Heavy Destrier: A beast built for war, an imposing creature. 8 HP, 1 Armor, hooves (d10+d10), +2 slots.