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 Short Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Greedy.
Your age: 44.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 16
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Feather Quill (1 use, petty)
Rapier (d8)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 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 thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.
🙛 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?
You are a protector for those afraid to travel alone. Start with a Rapier.