You live in the grey space between those who have power and those who don't. You find opportunity where others see only chaos. With nimble fingers, you unburden both the richest merchant and the lowliest guard.
You have a Short Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Nervous.
Your age: 32.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 8
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Scroll (Arcane Eye) (petty)
Catring (2/2 charges)
Gold: 17
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
Moneylender. Someone beat you to the job but left behind a Scroll of Arcane Eye (petty).
What helps you steal?
Catring: 2 charges. Climb up walls and fall safely. Recharge: Place the ring on a stray cat's tail.