You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Humble and
Rude.
Your age: 14.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 17
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Star-Iron Mace (d8)
Single Gem
Gold: 13
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Bleeding Star. Take a Star-Iron Mace (d8). It shines faintly in darkness and becomes very hot in the presence of witchcraft.
What was your vow?
Selflessness. You are immune to mind-altering magical effects, such as charm, hatred, frenzy, and so on. If you break this vow, you lose d6 WIL.