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 Towering Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Serene and
Vengeful.
Your age: 41.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 17
WIL: 16
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Reed Whistle
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 8
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
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
π Your Past
What songs are you best known for?
The Tinker's Two-Step. A humorous fairy tale about a gift-giving traveler. Start with a Reed Whistle. Anyone in earshot must pass a WIL save to perform an act of violence.
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.