Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 13.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 12
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (5)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Alchemical Tattoo (petty)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 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?
Alchemical Tattoo: A dog, cat, or bird that can leave your body on demand. It follows your commands to the best of its abilities and can pass its injuries (as STR loss) back onto you. Petty.