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 Stout Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Vain.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 8
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Reed Whistle
Single Gem
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
🙛 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?
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.