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 Stout Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Droning. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Rude.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 4
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Fence Cutters
Sweetwhistle (1/1 charges)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
A noble's summer home. The place was full of fancy wine (+20gp) but not much else. Take Fence Cutters.
What helps you steal?
Sweetwhistle: 1 charge. Listeners hear a soft, familiar voice in the distance that they cannot resist following. Recharge: Lose a dear memory. (Describe it.)