Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Short Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Greedy.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 18
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 Omens
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 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?
Miracle Oil: A smelly, slippery concoction. 2 uses.