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 Statuesque Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Nervous.
Your age: 24.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 12
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Thesaurus
Tragic Tales
Miniature Lute
Gold: 12
🙛 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?
You mocked a forgotten trickster god and were cursed for it. You speak only in perfect rhyme. Ironically, this has only made you more popular among your peers. Take a Thesaurus (20gp). Without it, you are deprived.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
Tragic Tales: Banned in proper company, this book becomes less bawdy and more harrowing towards the end. Worth 100gp.