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 Lanky Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Humble and
Deceitful.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 4
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Saw (d6)
Black Tar (3 uses)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 10
🙛 Special
Donkey (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You scavenge raw tin and iron from battlefields, pulling teeth from still-twitching corpses. Start with a young Donkey (+4 slots, slow), a Crossbow (d8 damage, bulky), and a Saw (d6).
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Black Tar: Versatile: both sticky and highly flammable. 3 uses.