┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Eira │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Hexenbane │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 7 │ 11 │ HP: 2 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 12 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Stout │ Speech: Cryptic │ Age: 33 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Filthy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Curly │ Virtue: Gregarious │ │ │ Face: Perfect │ Vice: Nervous │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them │ │ back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take │ │ a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers. │ │ │ │ │ ├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 Glass Sigil. Take a short sword (d8) and chainmail (2 Armor, bulky). You have contacts in most towns (the more rural, the better) willing to provide aid, food, or even weapons. What was your vow? Charity. Once per day you can shrug off a Fatigue. If your vow is ever broken, you permanently lose one inventory slot. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Vestments of the Order (petty), Blessed Tinctures, Silver knife (d6), Crossbow (d8, bulky)