You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Serene and
Rude.
Your age: 48.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 11
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quell Stone (2 uses)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
🙛 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?
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.