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,
Rosy Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vain.
Your age: 47.
๐ Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 6
WIL: 6
๐ Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Spyglass
Necklace (petty)
Scroll (Mirrorwalk) (petty)
Spiked Boots (d8)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 8
๐ Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
๐ Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
๐ 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?
Spiked Boots: Cracks heads (d8) as easily as it does ice and muck. Travel is also a bit slower, but easier.