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 Brawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Humble and
Vain.
Your age: 39.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 8
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Feather Quill (1 use, petty)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 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
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
What songs are you best known for?
The Thrush and the Meadow. A moody tale told in alternating chorus. Start with a Feather Quill (1 use, petty). A map drawn with this quill reveals the most expedient course between any two points.
What pays your way across the land?
Performing at taverns always yields both room and board. Sometimes you even get tips! Start with an extra 10gp.