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,
Tattooed Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Deceitful.
Your age: 45.
Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 12
WIL: 4
Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Needle-Knife (d6)
Protective Gloves (petty)
Universal Solvent (2 uses)
Pyrophoric Gel
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
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the town’s secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
Your Past
What went horribly wrong?
Ridiculed for discovering how to turn gold into lead, you were a laughing stock. Take a bottle of Universal Solvent that dissolves anything it touches into its constituent parts.
What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest ingenuity?
Pyrophoric Gel: A sticky green fluid that catches fire when exposed to air. It lasts for 8 hours and cannot be extinguished.