You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Towering Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Droning. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Greedy.
Your age: 13.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 9
DEX: 7
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
🙛 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
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Crossroads. Take a Pocket Leyfinder. It points to nearby ley lines and other sources of arcane power. If you lose it, the punishment is death.
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.