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 Flabby Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Formal. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 30.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 4
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Tinker's Paste (3 uses)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 4
🙛 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, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 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.