┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Wolfram                              │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Hexenbane                            │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      11 │      14 │      13 │ HP:  5 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Rugged     │ Speech: Precise         │ Age: 43  │
│ Skin: Marked         │ Clothing: Elegant       ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Luxurious      │ Virtue: Honorable       │          │
│ Face: Bony           │ Vice: Vengeful          │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the      │
│ dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an   │
│ unknown location deep within The Woods. Sometimes, you    │
│ feel a presence looking back at you.                      │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned   │
│ black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those   │
│ who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent  │
│ desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their      │
│ words.                                                    │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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)