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 Rugged Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Formal. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Greedy.
Your age: 17.
๐ Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 18
DEX: 4
WIL: 16
๐ Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Spyglass
Necklace (petty)
Scroll (Mirrorwalk) (petty)
Fireworks (2 uses)
Bracelet (petty)
Gold: 3
๐ Bonds
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that youโd bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.
๐ Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
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?
Fireworks: A dazzling albeit dangerous display. Enough explosive material to blow off a finger or three. 2 uses remain.