Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Serene and
Craven.
Your age: 16.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 10
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (7)
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
Cursed Sapphire
Letter (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 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?
Cursed Sapphire: Worth 200gp, it noticeably returns to your pocket shortly after you spend it. You can't seem to get rid of it.