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 Statuesque Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Craven.
Your age: 37.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 2
STR: 13
DEX: 14
WIL: 3
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 3
π Special
Piebald Cob (4
slots)
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
π Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
No innocent blood: No bystander will come to harm on your watch. Take a Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor). While holding this shield, you cannot be moved so long as both feet are planted on firm ground.
What breed is your horse?
Piebald Cob: Intelligent, it can understand simple commands, and even has an instinct for danger. 6 HP. +4 slots.