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,
Scarred Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Lazy.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 10
WIL: 11
🙛 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)
Rebreak Glass
Letter (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 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?
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?
Rebreak Glass: A wine flute that can be broken multiple times, reforming after 24 hours. Makes a really loud noise.