You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Serene and
Rude.
Your age: 42.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 12
WIL: 13
Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Alchemical Sigils (petty, +1 Armor)
Regrowth Salve (1 uses)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 3
Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the town’s secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
Your Past
How have you 'improved' yourself?
Your chest is lined with alchemical sigils, toughening the skin (Armor 1). Wearing other metallic armor nullifies the effect.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Regrowth Salve: Regrows a body part over the course of a day. 1 use.