┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Wolfram │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Hexenbane │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 3 │ 10 │ 8 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Short │ Speech: Stuttering │ Age: 35 │ │ Skin: Marked │ Clothing: Rancid ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Braided │ Virtue: Gregarious │ │ │ Face: Chiseled │ Vice: Craven │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig │ │ in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig │ │ (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It │ │ smells faintly of sulfur. │ │ │ ├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. │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── To which order do you belong? Order of the Crossroads. Take a Pocket Leyfinder. It points to nearby ley lines and other sources of arcane power. If you lose it, the punishment is death. What was your vow? Honesty. Choose a weapon type (blunt, blade, etc). Attacks against you of this type are impaired. If your vow is broken, you lose d4 WIL. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Vestments of the Order (petty), Blessed Tinctures, Silver knife (d6), Crossbow (d8, bulky)