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 Short Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 6
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Tinker's Paste (3 uses)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You build small contraptions for local guilds (and don't ask too many questions). Take an extra 40gp and a wanted poster with your face on it. Given time and materials, you can open almost any door or vault.
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Tinker's Paste: Seals shut any fist-sized opening. 3 uses.