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,
Scarred Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 50.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 11
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Pocket Leyfinder
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
🙛 Omens
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 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.