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 Athletic Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 13.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 9
DEX: 15
WIL: 4
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Feather Quill (1 use, petty)
Journal
Gold: 15
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π 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.
π Your Past
What songs are you best known for?
The Thrush and the Meadow. A moody tale told in alternating chorus. Start with a Feather Quill (1 use, petty). A map drawn with this quill reveals the most expedient course between any two points.
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.