You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Scrawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Rude.
Your age: 26.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 13
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Locket (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 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 Crossroads. Take a Pocket Leyfinder. It points to nearby ley lines and other sources of arcane power. If you lose it, the punishment is death.
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.