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 Statuesque Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Formal. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Greedy.
Your age: 19.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 18
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Fire Eggs (d8, blast)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 16
🙛 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
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You deal in home goods and tools, hawking your wares to townspeople across the lands. Take 20gp worth of items from the gear table. You are fluent in the Traveler's Cant.
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Fire Eggs: Six small pellets made of sea salt, wood, and crockery-dust. They explode at low heat (d8, blast) but the flames dissipate quickly.