You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Stout Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 8
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quell Stone (2 uses)
Single Gem
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Silent Veil. Take a Quell Stone (2 uses) wrapped in burlap. Extinguishes any nearby flames once exposed to air.
What was your vow?
Valor. The first time you inflict Critical Damage, you receive +d4 HP, returning to the previous limit at the end of combat. If your vow is broken, you die.