You live in the grey space between those who have power and those who don't. You find opportunity where others see only chaos. With nimble fingers, you unburden both the richest merchant and the lowliest guard.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Craven.
Your age: 47.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 5
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (11)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Ladder (bulky)
Blinding Powder (1 uses)
Glimpse Glass (3 uses)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 31
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
A guild warehouse. Take a Ladder (bulky, 10ft) and Blinding Powder (1 use).
What helps you steal?
Glimpse Glass: 3 charges. A monocle that lets you see through walls or other obstructions. It shatters after the last use.