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 Rugged Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Craven.
Your age: 35.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 9
WIL: 17
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Graftgrub (1 uses)
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 4
Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
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.
Your Past
How have you 'improved' yourself?
One foot is mostly metal (kick, d6), and you treat some tough terrain as Easy. Carry an Oil Can (6 uses). Without a daily application, you are deprived and noisy.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Graftgrub: A small worm that can fuse inanimate objects with parts of the body. 1 use.