Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Humble and
Vain.
Your age: 21.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 8
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Surgeon's Soap (4 uses)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 10
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 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?
Surgeon's Soap: A lye and ash block that makes skin temporarily transparent, revealing the anatomy within. 4 uses.