You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Droning. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Greedy.
Your age: 20.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 2
STR: 5
DEX: 13
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Short sword (d8)
Chainmail (2 Armor, bulky)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 13
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 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 Glass Sigil. Take a short sword (d8) and chainmail (2 Armor, bulky). You have contacts in most towns (the more rural, the better) willing to provide aid, food, or even weapons.
What was your vow?
Valor. The first time you inflict Critical Damage, you receive +d4 HP, returning to the previous limit at the end of combat. If your vow is broken, you die.