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,
Oily Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Booming. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 33.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 2
STR: 16
DEX: 3
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Stage Mail (1 Armor)
Pocket Theatre
Miniature Lute
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 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?
Pocket Theatre: A set of small puppets and a folding stage. Good for quick distractions.