Dwarvish Grenadier

Upon the person of a fallen dwarf, the arch-mage Ravan (before his fall to evil) once espied a pouch, carefully sealed and filled — unbeknownst to him — of a fine black dust.

Arthritic fingers unable to loose the knot that held tight its mouth, Ravan leaned forward, muttering under his breath an arcane word of opening. Sparks leapt from his fingers—

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Attacks (damage × count)

	dagger	𐑚𐑤𐑱𐑛	9 × 2	𐑥𐑱𐑤𐑱
	torch	𐑓𐑲𐑼	5 × 3	𐑥𐑱𐑤𐑱
	flashpowder	𐑓𐑲𐑼	10 × 1	𐑮𐑱𐑯𐑡𐑛	(smoke)

Resistances

	𐑚𐑤𐑱𐑛	20%			𐑐𐑽𐑕	20%
	𐑦𐑥𐑐𐑨𐑒𐑑	20%			𐑓𐑲𐑼	10%
	𐑒𐑴𐑤𐑛	10%			𐑸𐑒𐑱𐑯	10%