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 Brawny Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Droning. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Rude.
Your age: 27.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 15
DEX: 4
WIL: 3
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Tally Stick
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 18
π Special
Heavy Destrier (2
slots)
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π 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.
π Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
Loyalty to the work: Your word is your bond. Once you've accepted a job, you see it through to the end. Take a weathered Tally Stick. Once a vow is marked onto its face, the stick hardens (d8) until it is complete. The stick will snap in half if the vow is ever broken.
What breed is your horse?
Heavy Destrier: A beast built for war, an imposing creature. 8 HP, 1 Armor, hooves (d10+d10), +2 slots.