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 Athletic Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Nervous.
Your age: 24.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 2
STR: 16
DEX: 9
WIL: 10
🙛 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)
Pocket Theatre
Letter (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
🙛 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.