Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Towering Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Droning. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Serene and
Greedy.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 13
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Surgeon's Soap (4 uses)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 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
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'seances' with the dead were in actuality a ruse involving a cleverly hidden spellbook of Auditory Illusion. Inevitably, a patron discovered your secret. Start with the Spellbook and a bundle of scarves.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Surgeon's Soap: A lye and ash block that makes skin temporarily transparent, revealing the anatomy within. 4 uses.