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 Stout Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Precise. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Bitter.
Your age: 22.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 14
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)
Single Gem
Gold: 16
🙛 Special
Heavy Destrier (2
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 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?
Heavy Destrier: A beast built for war, an imposing creature. 8 HP, 1 Armor, hooves (d10+d10), +2 slots.