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 Brawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 34.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 3
WIL: 16
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Gambeson (+1 Armor)
Fire Eggs (d8, blast)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 7
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
π Your Past
What is your trade?
You offer protection as a service, quietly watching for threats as money exchanges hands. You start with +d4 HP, and carry a Long Sword (d10, bulky) and a Gambeson (+1 Armor).
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.