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,
Tanned Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Serene and
Bitter.
Your age: 30.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 2
STR: 8
DEX: 8
WIL: 13
Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Gambeson (+1 Armor)
Fire Eggs (d8, blast)
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 6
Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
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.
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?
Fire Eggs: Six small pellets made of sea salt, wood, and crockery-dust. They explode at low heat (d8, blast) but the flames dissipate quickly.