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 Towering Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Booming. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Rude.
Your age: 13.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 2
STR: 4
DEX: 17
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Stage Mail (1 Armor)
Mythos Mask
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 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
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
You were scarred in an on-stage accident. The crowd cheered, thinking it was part of the act. Take well-worn Stage Mail (1 Armor), a memorable scar, and a fear of applause.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
Mythos Mask: A plaster mask that allows one to take on a monster's countenance. Once it comes off, add a Fatigue.