You are known by the smell of molten metal and the jingle of tin. You are no mere merchant but an artisan of fire and metal.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Droning. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Nervous.
Your age: 43.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 11
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Saw (d6)
Fireworks (2 uses)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 6
🙛 Special
Donkey (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You scavenge raw tin and iron from battlefields, pulling teeth from still-twitching corpses. Start with a young Donkey (+4 slots, slow), a Crossbow (d8 damage, bulky), and a Saw (d6).
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Fireworks: A dazzling albeit dangerous display. Enough explosive material to blow off a finger or three. 2 uses remain.