You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Rude.
Your age: 36.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 13
WIL: 14
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quell Stone (2 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 7
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
π Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Silent Veil. Take a Quell Stone (2 uses) wrapped in burlap. Extinguishes any nearby flames once exposed to air.
What was your vow?
Charity. Once per day, you can shrug off a Fatigue. If your vow is ever broken, you permanently lose one inventory slot.