You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Humble and
Nervous.
Your age: 32.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 10
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quicksilver Chain
Spellbook (Disassemble)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of Canaas. Once per day you can change into a wolf. Take a Quicksilver Chain. Without it, you are unable to shift back.
What was your vow?
Poverty. You carry the Disassemble Spellbook. Only you can use it. If your vow is broken, it explodes (d12 STR damage).