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 Stout Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Droning. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Nervous.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 12
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (11)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Ladder (bulky)
Blinding Powder (1 uses)
Catring (2/2 charges)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 23
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
A guild warehouse. Take a Ladder (bulky, 10ft) and Blinding Powder (1 use).
What helps you steal?
Catring: 2 charges. Climb up walls and fall safely. Recharge: Place the ring on a stray cat's tail.