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,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 18
DEX: 17
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Stage Mail (1 Armor)
Mythos Mask
Twig (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
You were scarred in an on-stage accident. The crowd cheered, thinking it was part of the act. Take well-worn Stage Mail (1 Armor), a memorable scar, and a fear of applause.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
Mythos Mask: A plaster mask that allows one to take on a monster's countenance. Once it comes off, add a Fatigue.