Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 37.
Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 6
WIL: 8
Equipment (4)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Alchemical Tattoo (petty)
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 5
Special
Cart (4
slots)
Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
You were cursed by a hedgewitch for fooling some innocent village folk. Magic acts unpredictably in your hands (WIL save to avoid disaster). If you are the target of magic, the same applies to its wielder.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Alchemical Tattoo: A dog, cat, or bird that can leave your body on demand. It follows your commands to the best of its abilities and can pass its injuries (as STR loss) back onto you. Petty.
Pets
Alchemical Tattoo:
Alchemical Tattoo: A dog, cat, or bird that can leave your body on demand. It follows your commands to the best of its abilities and can pass its injuries (as STR loss) back onto you. Petty.