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 Scrawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 36.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 16
WIL: 16
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Book On Astronomy
Ghost Violin
Journal
Gold: 5
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π 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.
π Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
Your debut composition reduced the audience to a gibbering mess, murmuring of bright creatures descending from the night sky. Later you noticed that the notes resembled stellar constellations. Take a Book On Astronomy and a lot of questions.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
Ghost Violin: A dark-grey violin that plays a haunting tune, mirrored by an invisible, distant twin.