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 Stout Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vain.
Your age: 18.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 3
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Read Mind Spellbook
False Cuffs
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
The crowd loved your catchy tune about a noble and his romantic failings. The noble in question, not so much. Take the Read Mind Spellbook and a warrant for your arrest.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
False Cuffs: Comfortable, realistic-looking cuffs. Only you know the trick to get out of them.