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 Rugged Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Humble and
Nervous.
Your age: 24.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 15
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Hook & Screwdriver (petty)
Regrowth Salve (1 uses)
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
How have you 'improved' yourself?
One of your fingers has been swapped, the bone replaced by gold and iron. Take a Hook and a Screwdriver that can attach to the fingertip.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Regrowth Salve: Regrows a body part over the course of a day. 1 use.