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 Rugged Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Vengeful.
Your age: 40.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 15
DEX: 4
WIL: 7
Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Gambeson (+1 Armor)
Spiked Boots (d8)
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 8
Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
Omens
A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.
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?
Spiked Boots: Cracks heads (d8) as easily as it does ice and muck. Travel is also a bit slower, but easier.