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,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Serene and
Lazy.
Your age: 14.
Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 5
WIL: 16
Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Smelting Hammer (d10, bulky)
Tin Helm (+1 Armor)
Fire Eggs (d8, blast)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 37
Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
Your Past
What is your trade?
You were a military smelter, before peace destroyed your livelihood. Take a smelting hammer (d10, bulky) and a tin helm (+1 Armor). Given time and adequate materials, you can repair 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.