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 Lanky Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Craven.
Your age: 18.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 14
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 Special
Piebald Cob (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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?
Piebald Cob: Intelligent, it can understand simple commands, and even has an instinct for danger. 6 HP. +4 slots.