┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Ambrose │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Mountebank │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 7 │ 10 │ 12 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 11 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Towering │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 38 │ │ Skin: Marked │ Clothing: Antique ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Braided │ Virtue: Gregarious │ │ │ Face: Rat-Like │ Vice: Craven │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ 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. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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? Alchemical Tattoo A dog, cat, or bird that can leave your body on demand. It follows your commands to the best of its abilities, and can pass its injuries (as STR loss) back onto you. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Cart (+4 slots, bulky when pulled), Trick playing cards, Fancy hat (petty), Cane sword (d6)