You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Towering Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Formal. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Rude.
Your age: 17.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 4
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quell Stone (2 uses)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of the Silent Veil. Take a Quell Stone (2 uses) wrapped in burlap. Extinguishes any nearby flames once exposed to air.
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.