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,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Humble and
Craven.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 12
WIL: 16
🙛 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)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 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).