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 Athletic Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 5
DEX: 11
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 8
🙛 Special
Heavy Destrier (2
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
No innocent blood: No bystander will come to harm on your watch. Take a Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor). While holding this shield, you cannot be moved so long as both feet are planted on firm ground.
What breed is your horse?
Heavy Destrier: A beast built for war, an imposing creature. 8 HP, 1 Armor, hooves (d10+d10), +2 slots.