Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Nervous.
Your age: 38.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 3
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (5)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Knife (d6, petty)
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 3
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 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.
🙛 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.