Assumed to have these on person when not sleeping or unless noted otherwise; clothing (usually an entertainer’s outfit), belt pouch, dagger
Wt. 5.5 lbs,
Combat Ready:
Assumed to have these on person when traveling or expecting trouble; chain shirt, master craft short bow, arrows (20)
Wt. 30 lbs,
In Pack:
Assumed to be stowed when possible except when dungeon delving in which case the pack is dropped before or at the beginning of combat (move action); backpack, bedroll, lute, flint & steel, rope (50’), iron pot, mess kit, mirror, pitons (5), ink, inkpen, journal, crowbar, hammer, folding shovel, coffee pot, 1lb ground coffee, shaving kit, soap, torches(10), rations (5 days worth), waterskin
Wt. 32 lbs,
Stowed Items:
Assumed to be stowed at all times either on a pack animal or cart/wagon; none
Wt. 0
Coins & Gems:
Gold; 2, Silver; 9, Copper; 9
History:
The drum beats, the notes, the song, the music. Roland could always hear it, driving him, directing him. The music consumed him, body and soul. But this was not the trill and piping of the popular music he grew up around. This was something else, something different. Primal yet new, ordered and chaotic all at once. And it seemed only he could hear it, but that would not do. So he studied, he practiced, he learned, he played. Yet something was still missing. The notes came easily enough, he was not lacking in skill. It was the instruments. They could not fully express the music that consumed him. It would seem he would need a bit of magic, the arcane. The spells of a bard. So armed he began to experiment, summoning instrument after instrument, changing them, tweaking them, adding to the sound they produced. But he could not go as far as he desired. He need more experience, both arcane and worldly experience. And so he traveled, going from town to town, city to city. Plying his trade and expanding his horizons. On one such journey he ran into some trouble, a bear looking for its next meal. Roland would have been killed by the beast were it not for the timely intervention of Shalelu, the elvan ranger. With grace and speed she extricated Roland from his predicament by distracting the bear with food apparently far more appealing than a human bard. Roland thanked her profusely and swore that he would repay this debt. Roland has come to Sand point to do just that. Disappointed that Shalelu is not in town he has decided to pass the time by trying his hand at the freshly posted goblin bounty. In part to alleviate the boredom of waiting, in part for the gold, but mostly to prove that he could be of use to Shalelu.
