You sing the stories of rivers and lakes, your talents soothing friends and the elements alike. You've seen more than most, but somehow it never seems to be enough.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Nervous.
Your age: 22.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 7
WIL: 10
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Feather Quill (1 use, petty)
Gold: 11
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π 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.
π Your Past
What songs are you best known for?
The Thrush and the Meadow. A moody tale told in alternating chorus. Start with a Feather Quill (1 use, petty). A map drawn with this quill reveals the most expedient course between any two points.
What pays your way across the land?
Over troubled waters and dangerous winds, you always make sure a ship reaches its destination. For you, passage is always free.