You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Short Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 17.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 11
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Ornate Compass
Gold: 29
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 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?
Honesty. Choose a weapon type (blunt, blade, etc). Attacks against you of this type are impaired. If your vow is broken, you lose d4 WIL.