Solene

Mountebank

🙛 Description

Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.

You have a Statuesque Physique, Webbed Skin, and Braided Hair. Your Face is Broken, your Speech Booming. You have Bloody Clothing. You are Gregarious and Nervous. Your age: 18.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 14
WIL: 11

🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Gold: 4

🙛 Special

🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.

🙛 Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.

🙛 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.