You are an artisan of the arcane, a smith of subtle forces. In the crucible of your workshop, the laws that govern this world are warped to suit your needs.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Craven.
Your age: 17.
Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 15
WIL: 11
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Needle-Knife (d6)
Protective Gloves (petty)
Metal Ingot
Gold Powder (3 uses)
Spark Dust (3 uses)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 5
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
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
Your Past
What went horribly wrong?
You were adept at creating fake gold, which is almost as good. Eventually, your ruse was discovered, and you had to make a hasty retreat. Take a heavy Metal Ingot and Gold Powder.
What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest ingenuity?
Spark Dust: Ignites easily and quickly. Useful for starting a fire or as an incendiary device.