Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Precise. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Vain.
Your age: 23.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 11
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Captain's Uniform (petty)
Ceremonial Sword
Bouquet of Flowers
Miracle Oil (2 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 15
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 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?
Your latest stunt destroyed a priceless artifact and injured a dozen bystanders. Start with a Captain's Uniform (petty), a Ceremonial Sword (harmless, 60gp), and a Bouquet of Flowers.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Miracle Oil: A smelly, slippery concoction. 2 uses.