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 Statuesque Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Droning. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Deceitful.
Your age: 20.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 10
WIL: 16
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Breeze Knot (3/3 charges)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 6
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π 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.
π Your Past
What songs are you best known for?
The Sylph and Her Lover. A bawdy tale of lost love. Start with a Breeze Knot (3 charges). Creates a strong breeze. Recharge: Tie it to a mast during a storm.
What pays your way across the land?
You buy low and sell high, always making just enough to get by. Take a single item worth 20gp (or less) from the gear table.