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 Flabby Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Rude.
Your age: 16.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 8
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Rapier (d6)
False Cuffs
Miniature Lute
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
Despite your training in the deadly arts, an actor died and you were blamed. Take a light-weight Rapier (d6) and a false identity.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
False Cuffs: Comfortable, realistic-looking cuffs. Only you know the trick to get out of them.