You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 34.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 8
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Spellbook (Disassemble)
Gold: 14
🙛 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
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
🙛 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?
Poverty. You carry the Disassemble Spellbook. Only you can use it. If your vow is broken, it explodes (d12 STR damage).