Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Short Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Booming. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Lazy.
Your age: 27.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 10
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 7
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'patients' kept reporting miraculous recoveries, despite your lack of training. Start with Bandages (3 uses) and a knack for healing.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Miracle Oil: A smelly, slippery concoction. 2 uses.