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 Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Lazy.
Your age: 26.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 14
WIL: 14
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Gambeson (+1 Armor)
Black Tar (3 uses)
Gold: 10
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
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 offer protection as a service, quietly watching for threats as money exchanges hands. You start with +d4 HP, and carry a Long Sword (d10, bulky) and a Gambeson (+1 Armor).
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Black Tar: Versatile: both sticky and highly flammable. 3 uses.