You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Humble and
Nervous.
Your age: 19.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 14
WIL: 14
π 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)
Gold: 5
π Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. Youβve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
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
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?
Mercy. Choose a weapon type (blunt, blade, etc). Attacks with this weapon are enhanced. If your vow is broken, you can never use that weapon type again.