You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Humble and
Rude.
Your age: 14.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 12
WIL: 15
🙛 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)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 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?
Charity. Once per day, you can shrug off a Fatigue. If your vow is ever broken, you permanently lose one inventory slot.