You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Short Physique, Scarred Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Broken, your Speech Blunt. You have Frumpy Clothing. You are Cautious and Craven.
Your age: 49.
Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 9
DEX: 13
WIL: 11
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 15
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
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Crossroads. Take a Pocket Leyfinder. It points to nearby ley lines and other sources of arcane power. If you lose it, the punishment is death.
What was your vow?
Valor. The first time you inflict Critical Damage, you receive +d4 HP, returning to the previous limit at the end of combat. If your vow is broken, you die.