Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Droning. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 39.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 8
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Surgeon's Soap (4 uses)
Single Gem
Gold: 14
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'seances' with the dead were in actuality a ruse involving a cleverly hidden spellbook of Auditory Illusion. Inevitably, a patron discovered your secret. Start with the Spellbook and a bundle of scarves.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Surgeon's Soap: A lye and ash block that makes skin temporarily transparent, revealing the anatomy within. 4 uses.