You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Towering Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Precise. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Deceitful.
Your age: 39.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 6
WIL: 6
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quell Stone (2 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 9
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
π Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Silent Veil. Take a Quell Stone (2 uses) wrapped in burlap. Extinguishes any nearby flames once exposed to air.
What was your vow?
Selflessness. You are immune to mind-altering magical effects, such as charm, hatred, frenzy, and so on. If you break this vow, you lose d6 WIL.