Anano Granadeiro

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)

	puñal	de corte	9 × 2	corpo a corpo
	facho	de fogo	5 × 3	corpo a corpo
	pólvora instantánea	de fogo	10 × 1	a distancia	(fume)

Resistances

	de corte	20%			penetrante	20%
	de impacto	20%			de fogo	10%
	de frío	10%			arcano	10%