Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Scrawny Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Craven.
Your age: 24.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 14
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (5)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Cursed Sapphire
Letter (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
You were cursed by a hedgewitch for fooling some innocent village folk. Magic acts unpredictably in your hands (WIL save to avoid disaster). If you are the target of magic, the same applies to its wielder.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Cursed Sapphire: Worth 200gp, it noticeably returns to your pocket shortly after you spend it. You can't seem to get rid of it.