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 Brawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Vengeful.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 5
WIL: 6
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Smelting Hammer (d10, bulky)
Tin Helm (+1 Armor)
Spiked Boots (d8)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You were a military smelter, before peace destroyed your livelihood. Take a smelting hammer (d10, bulky) and a tin helm (+1 Armor). Given time and adequate materials, you can repair 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.