Mordant

Aurifex

🙛 Description

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 Athletic Physique, Birthmarked Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Square, your Speech Stuttering. You have Frumpy Clothing. You are Gregarious and Bitter. Your age: 12.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 12
WIL: 9

🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Gold: 7

🙛 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 went horribly wrong?
Ridiculed for discovering how to turn gold into lead, you were a laughing stock. Take a bottle of Universal Solvent that dissolves anything it touches into its constituent parts.

What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest ingenuity?
Blast Sphere: A head-sized iron ball filled with explosive powder that detonates on impact.