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,
Marked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Bitter.
Your age: 23.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 15
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Crossbow (d8, bulky)
Saw (d6)
Tinker's Paste (3 uses)
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Special
Donkey (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
🙛 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?
Tinker's Paste: Seals shut any fist-sized opening. 3 uses.