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 Scrawny Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Droning. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Serene and
Greedy.
Your age: 40.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 5
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Needle-Knife (d6)
Protective Gloves (petty)
Universal Solvent (2 uses)
Aqua Vita (1 uses)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 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.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
What went horribly wrong?
Ridiculed for discovering how to turn gold into lead, you were a laughing stock. Take a bottle of Universal Solvent that dissolves anything it touches into its constituent parts.
What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest ingenuity?
Aqua Vita: Purifies any liquid, converting it to pure water. Drinking it cures 1d6 STR.