Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Precise. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Humble and
Deceitful.
Your age: 44.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 11
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Goat Powder
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'seances' with the dead were in actuality a ruse involving a cleverly hidden spellbook of Auditory Illusion. Inevitably, a patron discovered your secret. Start with the Spellbook and a bundle of scarves.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Goat Powder: Derived from the placenta of a baby goat. Temporarily cures any affliction, but symptoms return within hours.