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 Statuesque Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vain.
Your age: 40.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 16
DEX: 3
WIL: 9
π Equipment (5)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Needle-Knife (d6)
Protective Gloves (petty)
Aqua Vita (1 uses)
Gold: 16
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
What went horribly wrong?
You were exposed to a long-acting truth serum whose effects have yet to wear off. The disorder has its advantages: you cannot repeat lies you've heard, either.
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.