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,
Oily Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Lazy.
Your age: 42.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 15
WIL: 18
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Thesaurus
Mythos Mask
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 12
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
π 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?
Mythos Mask: A plaster mask that allows one to take on a monster's countenance. Once it comes off, add a Fatigue.