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 Athletic Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Vain.
Your age: 12.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 13
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Wyrmbone Whetstone
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Special
Piebald Cob (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 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 tools of death: Weapons are to be respected and maintained. Take a Wyrmbone Whetstone. Following a half-hour ritual sharpening, attacks with the weapon are enhanced until STR damage is dealt.
What breed is your horse?
Piebald Cob: Intelligent, it can understand simple commands, and even has an instinct for danger. 6 HP. +4 slots.