You copy ancient texts and illuminate manuscripts, recording the voices of the clever, the great, and the powerful. You will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword.
You have a Short Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Greedy.
Your age: 33.
Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 17
WIL: 3
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Quill & Ink
Blank Book
Awl (d6)
Badge (petty)
A Treatise on the Abyss
Sanguine Lens
Twig (petty)
Gold: 4
Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
Your Past
What work did you keep for yourself?
A Treatise on the Abyss. A nondescript black book. An in-depth, largely theoretical text describing the Roots, as well as information about the location of a nearby Gate.
How do you transcribe sensitive information?
Sanguine Lens. Extracts blood from a target without their knowledge. A stolen drop placed on the eye reveals memories from the past day.