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 Stout Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 3
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (5)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Needle-Knife (d6)
Protective Gloves (petty)
Aqua Vita (1 uses)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
What went horribly wrong?
You dematerialized a beloved pet. Now it follows you around, invisible but always present. Although it cannot interact with the physical realm, you are able to share its senses. (Add a Fatigue each time.) It follows basic commands.
What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest ingenuity?
Aqua Vita: Purifies any liquid, converting it to pure water. Drinking it cures 1d6 STR.