Fergus

Kettlewright

πŸ™› Description

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 Statuesque Physique, Tattooed Skin, and Bald Hair. Your Face is Bony, your Speech Stuttering. You have Bloody Clothing. You are Disciplined and Aggressive. Your age: 43.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 12
WIL: 18

πŸ™› Equipment (6)
Items:
Gold: 10

πŸ™› Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.

πŸ™› Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.

πŸ™› Your Past

What is your trade?
You build small contraptions for local guilds (and don't ask too many questions). Take an extra 40gp and a wanted poster with your face on it. Given time and materials, you can open almost any door or vault.

What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Fireworks: A dazzling albeit dangerous display. Enough explosive material to blow off a finger or three. 2 uses remain.