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,
Rosy Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Nervous.
Your age: 33.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 7
WIL: 8
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Star-Iron Mace (d8)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 10
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
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Bleeding Star. Take a Star-Iron Mace (d8). It shines faintly in darkness and becomes very hot in the presence of witchcraft.
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.