Your coin comes from escorting caravans, tracking fugitives, or lending your blade to a cause. You've been a savior, an executioner, a hero, and even a villain. Yours is not a solitary path, however: you'll always have your horse.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Bitter.
Your age: 26.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 7
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Death-Whistle (1/1 charges)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 10
🙛 Special
Blacklegged Dandy (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
To the death, always: You never back down from a fight, no matter the odds. Take a Death-Whistle, 1 charge. Its scream frightens away all who hear it (save WIL or flee). Recharge: Capture the final breath of a dying warrior.
What breed is your horse?
Blacklegged Dandy: Hardy and adaptable. Tough or Perilous terrain are one step easier. 6 HP. +4 slots.