Ambrose

Mountebank

πŸ™› Description

Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.

You have a Scrawny Physique, Webbed Skin, and Wavy Hair. Your Face is Elongated, your Speech Stuttering. You have Frayed Clothing. You are Merciful and Lazy. Your age: 32.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 10
WIL: 10

πŸ™› Equipment (6)
Items:
Gold: 11

πŸ™› Special

πŸ™› Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.

πŸ™› Omens
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.

πŸ™› 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.