Your coin comes from escorting caravans, tracking fugitives, or lending your blade to a cause. You've been a savior, an executioner, a hero, and even a villain. Yours is not a solitary path, however: you'll always have your horse.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Precise. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Humble and
Nervous.
Your age: 20.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 9
WIL: 7
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Journal
Gold: 11
π Special
Blacklegged Dandy (4
slots)
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
π Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
Revere the dead: Death is a journey we all take, and it deserves respect. Take an extra 30gp. You always place two gold pieces on the eyelids of a slain foe. Somehow, you always find the coin.
What breed is your horse?
Blacklegged Dandy: Hardy and adaptable. Tough or Perilous terrain are one step easier. 6 HP. +4 slots.