You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Rude.
Your age: 44.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 15
WIL: 5
🙛 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)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 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
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?
Selflessness. You are immune to mind-altering magical effects, such as charm, hatred, frenzy, and so on. If you break this vow, you lose d6 WIL.