You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Stout Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Droning. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Nervous.
Your age: 43.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 6
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quell Stone (2 uses)
Spellbook (Disassemble)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
🙛 Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 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?
Poverty. You carry the Disassemble Spellbook. Only you can use it. If your vow is broken, it explodes (d12 STR damage).