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,
Tattooed Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vain.
Your age: 33.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 17
WIL: 17
π 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)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 15
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 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).