You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Nervous.
Your age: 25.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 18
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 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
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
🙛 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?
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.