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 Stout Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Serene and
Bitter.
Your age: 22.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 18
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Gambeson (+1 Armor)
Carrion Cat (bulky)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You offer protection as a service, quietly watching for threats as money exchanges hands. You start with +d4 HP, and carry a Long Sword (d10, bulky) and a Gambeson (+1 Armor).
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
A clever pet, small enough to hide in your pack (bulky), but strong enough to scare off smaller predators. Requires one Ration a day, and it must be meat.