Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Towering Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 17
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Knife (d6, petty)
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 25
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 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.