Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Short Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Aggressive.
Your age: 36.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 3
WIL: 15
π 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)
Journal
Gold: 4
π Special
Cart (4
slots)
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
π 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.