You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Bitter.
Your age: 48.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 16
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Regrowth Salve (1 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
🙛 Your Past
How have you 'improved' yourself?
You have a replacement eye that can magnify objects, act as a telescope, and provide minimal night vision. You cannot wear anything metal on your head, and the presence of strong magnets make you deprived.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Regrowth Salve: Regrows a body part over the course of a day. 1 use.