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 Statuesque Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 48.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 4
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Rapier (d6)
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
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
Despite your training in the deadly arts, an actor died and you were blamed. Take a light-weight Rapier (d6) and a false identity.
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.