Morth

Jongleur

πŸ™› Description

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 Filthy Hair. Your Face is Broken, your Speech Formal. You have Bloody Clothing. You are Honorable and Bitter. Your age: 41.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 4
WIL: 16

πŸ™› Equipment (8)
Items:
Gold: 12

πŸ™› Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.

πŸ™› 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.

πŸ™› 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?
False Cuffs: Comfortable, realistic-looking cuffs. Only you know the trick to get out of them.