You sing the stories of rivers and lakes, your talents soothing friends and the elements alike. You've seen more than most, but somehow it never seems to be enough.
You have a Towering Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Formal. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Lazy.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 9
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Stone Flute
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 Omens
A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.
🙛 Your Past
What songs are you best known for?
Song of the Silver Stream. A wordless lullaby that mimics flowing water. Take a Stone Flute that can calm almost any river.
What pays your way across the land?
You buy low and sell high, always making just enough to get by. Take a single item worth 20gp (or less) from the gear table.