You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Droning. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Craven.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 2
STR: 17
DEX: 18
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Short sword (d8)
Chainmail (2 Armor, bulky)
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 3
🙛 Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Glass Sigil. Take a short sword (d8) and chainmail (2 Armor, bulky). You have contacts in most towns (the more rural, the better) willing to provide aid, food, or even weapons.
What was your vow?
Honesty. Choose a weapon type (blunt, blade, etc). Attacks against you of this type are impaired. If your vow is broken, you lose d4 WIL.