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 Towering Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Deceitful.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 2
STR: 11
DEX: 17
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Rapier (d6)
Tragic Tales
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 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?
Tragic Tales: Banned in proper company, this book becomes less bawdy and more harrowing towards the end. Worth 100gp.