You are an artisan of the arcane, a smith of subtle forces. In the crucible of your workshop, the laws that govern this world are warped to suit your needs.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Formal. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Rude.
Your age: 20.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 12
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Needle-Knife (d6)
Protective Gloves (petty)
Blunderbuss (d12, blast, bulky)
Homunculus
Ancient Key Half (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Ancient Key Half: You protect a long-dormant family secret. Take one half of an Ancient Key. They say that if joined with its twin, it opens a Gate through any door.
🙛 Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 Your Past
What went horribly wrong?
Your alchemical recipe worked, but a rival stole the blueprint before your claims could be proven. Take a prototype Blunderbuss that takes one round to reload, and a thirst for revenge.
What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest ingenuity?
Homunculus: A miniature clay replica of yourself that follows your every command. It hates being enthralled to you and complains bitterly whenever possible. Any damage done to the homunculus is also done to you. 3 HP, 4 STR, 13 DEX, 5 WIL.