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 Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Serene and
Nervous.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 9
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Cursed Sapphire
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 13
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 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?
Cursed Sapphire: Worth 200gp, it noticeably returns to your pocket shortly after you spend it. You can't seem to get rid of it.