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 Flabby Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 28.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 8
WIL: 10
π 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)
Gold: 7
π Special
Donkey (4
slots)
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
π 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.