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,
Scarred Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Nervous.
Your age: 31.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 17
WIL: 6
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quell Stone (2 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 8
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
π 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.