You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Greedy.
Your age: 12.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 11
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Miniature Lute
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 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?
Charity. Once per day, you can shrug off a Fatigue. If your vow is ever broken, you permanently lose one inventory slot.