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,
Webbed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Droning. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Aggressive.
Your age: 19.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 9
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Death-Whistle (1/1 charges)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 4
🙛 Special
Rivertooth (6
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
🙛 Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
To the death, always: You never back down from a fight, no matter the odds. Take a Death-Whistle, 1 charge. Its scream frightens away all who hear it (save WIL or flee). Recharge: Capture the final breath of a dying warrior.
What breed is your horse?
Rivertooth: Impressively strong, capable of carrying heavy loads. 4 HP. +6 slots (only +2 slots if carrying two people).