Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Scrawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Lazy.
Your age: 32.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 10
WIL: 10
π Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 11
π Special
Cart (4
slots)
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
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
π Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'patients' kept reporting miraculous recoveries, despite your lack of training. Start with Bandages (3 uses) and a knack for healing.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Miracle Oil: A smelly, slippery concoction. 2 uses.