You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Precise. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Greedy.
Your age: 14.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 10
DEX: 8
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Short sword (d8)
Chainmail (2 Armor, bulky)
Single Gem
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Glass Sigil. Take a short sword (d8) and chainmail (2 Armor, bulky). You have contacts in most towns (the more rural, the better) willing to provide aid, food, or even weapons.
What was your vow?
Valor. The first time you inflict Critical Damage, you receive +d4 HP, returning to the previous limit at the end of combat. If your vow is broken, you die.