Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Towering Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Greedy.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 8
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Beauty Cream (2 uses)
Surgeon's Soap (4 uses)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 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.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
After seducing a wealthy patron, their family hired a criminal gang to retrieve you. You got away and need to lay low. Start with Beauty Cream, 2 uses. Apply to appear irresistibly beautiful for the next 12 hours.
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.