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 Rugged Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vengeful.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 16
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Spiked Boots (d8)
Single Gem
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 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?
Spiked Boots: Cracks heads (d8) as easily as it does ice and muck. Travel is also a bit slower, but easier.