Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Short Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Humble and
Deceitful.
Your age: 40.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 18
WIL: 7
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Captain's Uniform (petty)
Ceremonial Sword
Bouquet of Flowers
Surgeon's Soap (4 uses)
Journal
Gold: 8
π Special
Cart (4
slots)
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
π Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
Your latest stunt destroyed a priceless artifact and injured a dozen bystanders. Start with a Captain's Uniform (petty), a Ceremonial Sword (harmless, 60gp), and a Bouquet of Flowers.
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.