You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Nervous.
Your age: 31.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 10
WIL: 9
π 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)
Spellbook (Disassemble)
Gold: 9
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
π 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?
Poverty. You carry the Disassemble Spellbook. Only you can use it. If your vow is broken, it explodes (d12 STR damage).