You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Humble and
Bitter.
Your age: 19.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 15
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Vestments of the Order (petty)
Blessed Tinctures
Silver Knife (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Quicksilver Chain
Miniature Lute
Gold: 7
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 Your Past
To which order do you belong?
Order of Canaas. Once per day you can change into a wolf. Take a Quicksilver Chain. Without it, you are unable to shift back.
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.