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 Short Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Bitter.
Your age: 37.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 5
WIL: 16
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Scroll (Arcane Eye) (petty)
Gildfinger (1/1 charges)
Journal
Gold: 18
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π Omens
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
π Your Past
What was your last big job?
Moneylender. Someone beat you to the job but left behind a Scroll of Arcane Eye (petty).
What helps you steal?
Gildfinger: 1 charge. A finger glove that mimics any mundane key. Recharge: Bundle it with at least 100gp for a night.