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,
Scarred Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Droning. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Humble and
Rude.
Your age: 29.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 17
WIL: 9
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Black Tar (3 uses)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 18
π Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π 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?
Black Tar: Versatile: both sticky and highly flammable. 3 uses.