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 Lanky Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Precise. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Vengeful.
Your age: 47.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 4
WIL: 7
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Lodestone
Journal
Gold: 13
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
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
π 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?
Lodestone: Draws out dangerous elements from the body and acts as a powerful magnetic force.