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 Short Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Deceitful.
Your age: 22.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 13
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Costume
Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.)
Lucky Jerkin (+1 Armor)
Sling (d6)
Uncanny Hand-Puppet
Rabbit Skull (petty)
Ghost Violin
Single Gem
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
What happened at your final performance?
Your respectable puppeteering skills were matched only by your mimicry. You were so good you were branded a witch (literally) and banished. Take an Uncanny Hand-Puppet and a Rabbit Skull (petty) that protects against charms.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
Ghost Violin: A dark-grey violin that plays a haunting tune, mirrored by an invisible, distant twin.