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 Short Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Formal. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Humble and
Greedy.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 9
DEX: 10
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Breeze Knot (3/3 charges)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 Your Past
What songs are you best known for?
The Sylph and Her Lover. A bawdy tale of lost love. Start with a Breeze Knot (3 charges). Creates a strong breeze. Recharge: Tie it to a mast during a storm.
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.