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 Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Droning. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Bitter.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 12
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Cursed Sapphire
Locket (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 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
How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'patients' kept reporting miraculous recoveries, despite your lack of training. Start with Bandages (3 uses) and a knack for healing.
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.