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 Rugged Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Lazy.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 2
STR: 8
DEX: 8
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Special
Piebald Cob (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
No innocent blood: No bystander will come to harm on your watch. Take a Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor). While holding this shield, you cannot be moved so long as both feet are planted on firm ground.
What breed is your horse?
Piebald Cob: Intelligent, it can understand simple commands, and even has an instinct for danger. 6 HP. +4 slots.