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 Rugged Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Rude.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 9
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Thesaurus
False Cuffs
Twig (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 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
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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?
False Cuffs: Comfortable, realistic-looking cuffs. Only you know the trick to get out of them.