Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Nervous.
Your age: 18.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 14
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Knife (d6, petty)
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 4
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
You were a peddler of fake prophesies, but when one turned out to be true, it drew unwanted attention. Roll on the Omens table, but keep the result to yourself. Start with a concealable Knife (d6, petty).
What keepsake could always identify you?
Miracle Oil: A smelly, slippery concoction. 2 uses.