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 Athletic Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Humble and
Aggressive.
Your age: 47.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 11
WIL: 15
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Fence Cutters
Glimpse Glass (3 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 3
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π 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.
π Your Past
What was your last big job?
A noble's summer home. The place was full of fancy wine (+20gp) but not much else. Take Fence Cutters.
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.