┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Ivor                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Hexenbane                            │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      10 │       9 │      12 │ HP:  4 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Towering   │ Speech: Booming         │ Age: 17  │
│ Skin: Weathered      │ Clothing: Filthy        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Wispy          │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Pale           │ Vice: Bitter            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that periodically       │
│ wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home. │
│ It wants to keep you alive, at least until it is free. It │
│ takes up one slot, but eats one Fatigue per day. It can   │
│ detect magic and knows a bit about The Woods.             │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and      │
│ farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep │
│ within The Woods. They also say that the sound is getting │
│ closer.                                                   │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
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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?
Poverty. You carry the Disassemble Spellbook. Only you can use it. If your vow is broken, it explodes (d12 STR damage).
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Vestments of the Order (petty), Blessed Tinctures, Silver knife (d6), Crossbow (d8, bulky)