What inspires the soul more than song, words, and spectacle? Why practice for years to master the arcane when you've already got real magic inside?
You have a Lanky Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Formal. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Vain.
Your age: 40.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 7
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Uncanny Hand-Puppet
Rabbit Skull (petty)
Tragic Tales
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 13
🙛 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
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
Your respectable puppeteering skills were matched only by your mimicry. You were so good you were branded a witch (literally) and banished. Take an Uncanny Hand-Puppet and a Rabbit Skull (petty) that protects against charms.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
Tragic Tales: Banned in proper company, this book becomes less bawdy and more harrowing towards the end. Worth 100gp.