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 Scrawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 2
STR: 9
DEX: 13
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Stage Mail (1 Armor)
False Cuffs
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 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 were scarred in an on-stage accident. The crowd cheered, thinking it was part of the act. Take well-worn Stage Mail (1 Armor), a memorable scar, and a fear of applause.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
False Cuffs: Comfortable, realistic-looking cuffs. Only you know the trick to get out of them.