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 Lanky Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Droning. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Serene and
Rude.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 2
STR: 9
DEX: 7
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Long sword (d10, bulky)
Leather jerkin (1 Armor)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Spyglass
Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 16
🙛 Special
Heavy Destrier (2
slots)
🙛 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
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 Your Past
What personal code or principle do you uphold?
No innocent blood: No bystander will come to harm on your watch. Take a Steadymade Buckler (+1 Armor). While holding this shield, you cannot be moved so long as both feet are planted on firm ground.
What breed is your horse?
Heavy Destrier: A beast built for war, an imposing creature. 8 HP, 1 Armor, hooves (d10+d10), +2 slots.