Granadero enano

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)

	daga	de corte	9 × 2	cuerpo a cuerpo
	antorcha	de fuego	5 × 3	cuerpo a cuerpo
	pólvora cegadora	de fuego	10 × 1	a distancia	(humo)

Resistances

	de corte	20%			de penetración	20%
	de impacto	20%			de fuego	10%
	de frío	10%			arcano	10%