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 Towering Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 10
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (10)
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)
Glimpse Glass (3 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 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
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 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?
Glimpse Glass: 3 charges. A monocle that lets you see through walls or other obstructions. It shatters after the last use.