┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Wolfram                              │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Hexenbane                            │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      15 │      14 │       8 │ HP:  1 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 10 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Stout      │ Speech: Gravelly        │ Age: 21  │
│ Skin: Webbed         │ Clothing: Frayed        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Long           │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Broken         │ Vice: Deceitful         │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch.   │
│ Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid     │
│ yourself of the whistle either.                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year,   │
│ frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than │
│ expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found   │
│ in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost    │
│ looks like a map.                                         │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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 Bleeding Star. Take a Star-Iron Mace (d8). It shines faintly in darkness, and becomes very hot in the presence of witchcraft.
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.
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Vestments of the Order (petty), Blessed Tinctures, Silver knife (d6), Crossbow (d8, bulky)
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