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 Flabby Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Booming. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Bitter.
Your age: 29.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 13
WIL: 13
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Wyrmbone Whetstone
Gold: 3
π Special
Stray Fogger (2
slots)
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
π 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?
Stray Fogger: Wild but very fast (even in Tough terrain). Rides light. 4 HP. +2 slots.