You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Towering Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Lazy.
Your age: 47.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 13
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Star-Iron Mace (d8)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Bleeding Star. Take a Star-Iron Mace (d8). It shines faintly in darkness and becomes very hot in the presence of witchcraft.
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.