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 Lanky Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Serene and
Craven.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 8
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Wyrmbone Whetstone
Gold: 5
🙛 Special
Piebald Cob (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 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.