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,
Tanned Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Serene and
Bitter.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 12
WIL: 13
🙛 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: 6
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 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?
Charity. Once per day, you can shrug off a Fatigue. If your vow is ever broken, you permanently lose one inventory slot.