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,
Weathered Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Serene and
Vengeful.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 11
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Spellbook (Disassemble)
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 10
🙛 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
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 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).