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,
Rosy Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Booming. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Vengeful.
Your age: 28.
๐ Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 3
WIL: 16
๐ Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Fire Eggs (d8, blast)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 13
๐ Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
๐ Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
๐ 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?
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.