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 Lanky Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Lazy.
Your age: 25.
Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 4
WIL: 13
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Uncanny Hand-Puppet
Rabbit Skull (petty)
Tragic Tales
Gold: 7
Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the town’s secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
Your respectable puppeteering skills were matched only by your mimicry. You were so good you were branded a witch (literally) and banished. Take an Uncanny Hand-Puppet and a Rabbit Skull (petty) that protects against charms.
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.