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 Rugged Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Rude.
Your age: 12.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 15
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Smoke Pellets (3 uses)
Sweetwhistle (1/1 charges)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 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
What was your last big job?
A university. You were seen but not pursued. You still don't know why. Take Smoke Pellets (3 uses).
What helps you steal?
Sweetwhistle: 1 charge. Listeners hear a soft, familiar voice in the distance that they cannot resist following. Recharge: Lose a dear memory. (Describe it.)