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,
Weathered Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Bitter.
Your age: 15.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 7
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Water Shoes
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Compass
Dagger (d6)
Stone Flute
Twig (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
🙛 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?
Performing at taverns always yields both room and board. Sometimes you even get tips! Start with an extra 10gp.