Your coin comes from escorting caravans, tracking fugitives, or lending your blade to a cause. You've been a savior, an executioner, a hero, and even a villain. Yours is not a solitary path, however: you'll always have your horse.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Lazy.
Your age: 29.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 14
WIL: 14
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Gold: 17
π Special
Piebald Cob (4
slots)
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
π Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
Revere the dead: Death is a journey we all take, and it deserves respect. Take an extra 30gp. You always place two gold pieces on the eyelids of a slain foe. Somehow, you always find the coin.
What breed is your horse?
Piebald Cob: Intelligent, it can understand simple commands, and even has an instinct for danger. 6 HP. +4 slots.