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,
Marked Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Nervous.
Your age: 47.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 12
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Letter (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 Special
Linden White (3
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
🙛 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?
Linden White: Highly trained and agile, it can perform intricate maneuvers in a time of need (no DEX save to flee). 4 HP. +3 slots.