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 Short Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Deceitful.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 8
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Quicksilver (4 uses)
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 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
How have you 'improved' yourself?
One foot is mostly metal (kick, d6), and you treat some tough terrain as Easy. Carry an Oil Can (6 uses). Without a daily application, you are deprived and noisy.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Quicksilver: A stimulant. Go first in combat, and automatically pass any WIL saves for one hour. Addictive: Save STR or become deprived after 24 hours without it. 4 uses.