You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Craven.
Your age: 43.
Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 8
WIL: 13
Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Regrowth Salve (1 uses)
Ancient Key Half (petty)
Gold: 8
Bonds
Ancient Key Half: You protect a long-dormant family secret. Take one half of an Ancient Key. They say that if joined with its twin, it opens a Gate through any door.
Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
Your Past
How have you 'improved' yourself?
You have a replacement eye that can magnify objects, act as a telescope, and provide minimal night vision. You cannot wear anything metal on your head, and the presence of strong magnets make you deprived.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Regrowth Salve: Regrows a body part over the course of a day. 1 use.