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 Short Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Nervous.
Your age: 22.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 17
DEX: 18
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Stage Mail (1 Armor)
Ghost Violin
Miniature Lute
Gold: 3
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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?
Ghost Violin: A dark-grey violin that plays a haunting tune, mirrored by an invisible, distant twin.