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 Towering Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 15.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 11
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Black Tar (3 uses)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You deal in home goods and tools, hawking your wares to townspeople across the lands. Take 20gp worth of items from the gear table. You are fluent in the Traveler's Cant.
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Black Tar: Versatile: both sticky and highly flammable. 3 uses.