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 Short Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Humble and
Bitter.
Your age: 32.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 6
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Thesaurus
False Cuffs
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
🙛 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.