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,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Deceitful.
Your age: 46.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 15
WIL: 10
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 17
π Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Crossroads. Take a Pocket Leyfinder. It points to nearby ley lines and other sources of arcane power. If you lose it, the punishment is death.
What was your vow?
Mercy. Choose a weapon type (blunt, blade, etc). Attacks with this weapon are enhanced. If your vow is broken, you can never use that weapon type again.