You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Scrawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Bitter.
Your age: 20.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 16
WIL: 5
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quicksilver Chain
Gold: 12
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
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 Canaas. Once per day you can change into a wolf. Take a Quicksilver Chain. Without it, you are unable to shift back.
What was your vow?
Charity. Once per day, you can shrug off a Fatigue. If your vow is ever broken, you permanently lose one inventory slot.