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 Short Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 18.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 8
DEX: 15
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Strong Silk Rope
Glimpse Glass (3 uses)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
🙛 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?
Constable's quarters. You escaped but left some friends behind. Take Strong Silk Rope (30ft) and a queasy feeling.
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.