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 Statuesque Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Lazy.
Your age: 16.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 5
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Spyglass
Necklace (petty)
Scroll (Mirrorwalk) (petty)
Black Tar (3 uses)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 Your Past
What is your trade?
You sell rare and quality items to monasteries and nobles alike. Take a Spyglass, a Necklace (petty) worth 20gp, and a Scroll of Mirrorwalk (petty).
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Black Tar: Versatile: both sticky and highly flammable. 3 uses.