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 Lanky Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Deceitful.
Your age: 48.
Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 15
WIL: 6
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)
Pocket Theatre
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
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
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?
Pocket Theatre: A set of small puppets and a folding stage. Good for quick distractions.