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 Brawny Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 16.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 10
WIL: 17
🙛 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: 8
🙛 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
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 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.