Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Aggressive.
Your age: 13.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 7
WIL: 7
π Equipment (5)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Knife (d6, petty)
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Gold: 11
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
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
π Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
You were a peddler of fake prophesies, but when one turned out to be true, it drew unwanted attention. Roll on the Omens table, but keep the result to yourself. Start with a concealable Knife (d6, petty).
What keepsake could always identify you?
Miracle Oil: A smelly, slippery concoction. 2 uses.