Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Short Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Formal. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Rude.
Your age: 28.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 10
WIL: 13
π 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)
Gold: 3
π Special
Cart (4
slots)
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
π 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.