You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Short Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Precise. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Serene and
Craven.
Your age: 27.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 2
STR: 14
DEX: 18
WIL: 15
π 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)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 18
π Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π 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.