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 Towering Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Aggressive.
Your age: 19.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 4
WIL: 18
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 4
π Special
Heavy Destrier (2
slots)
π Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
Revere the dead: Death is a journey we all take, and it deserves respect. Take an extra 30gp. You always place two gold pieces on the eyelids of a slain foe. Somehow, you always find the coin.
What breed is your horse?
Heavy Destrier: A beast built for war, an imposing creature. 8 HP, 1 Armor, hooves (d10+d10), +2 slots.