The Wretch

Description

"I categorically declare first my absolute innocence, second my lack of criminal intent, and third my effusive apologies." —from Cugel’s Saga, Jack Vance. Life is sheer nonsense, like a moldy ham floating down a river. You are a poor fishmonger’s son or daughter. The Wizards of Watervein are responsible for your present misfortune, be it your parents' crippling debt, the death of your pet, or a mange that plagues your genitals. You've taken it upon yourself to recover a soothing poultice or install a prickly sabotage into the Confab's revelries, and will stop at nothing to achieve your vengeance.

My Little Trinket

You start with one treasure (of magical strength no greater than 3), that you stole from a wizard’s manse whilst they were on holiday. Once per session, you may declare a luxury item you pilfered in the same way, after monologuing about the nature of its righteous theft for the duration of a single action.