You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Craven.
Your age: 16.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 18
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Voidglass Shard
Spellbook (Disassemble)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 33
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Blank Eye. Take a Voidglass Shard. Peer through it to see invisible marks, creatures, and other magical effects. Lose the use of your eye for an hour afterwards (you are deprived).
What was your vow?
Poverty. You carry the Disassemble Spellbook. Only you can use it. If your vow is broken, it explodes (d12 STR damage).