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,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Greedy.
Your age: 12.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 3
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Reed Whistle
Gold: 10
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 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.