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,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Nervous.
Your age: 29.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 17
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Smelting Hammer (d10, bulky)
Tin Helm (+1 Armor)
Fireworks (2 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
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 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?
Fireworks: A dazzling albeit dangerous display. Enough explosive material to blow off a finger or three. 2 uses remain.