┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Hestia │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Aurifex │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 10 │ 17 │ 11 │ HP: 4 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 15 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Flabby │ Speech: Formal │ Age: 14 │ │ Skin: Webbed │ Clothing: Frumpy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Long │ Virtue: Merciful │ │ │ Face: Sharp │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each │ │ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │ │ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is │ │ crude, but accurate. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an │ │ ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a │ │ great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation. │ │ │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── What experiment went horribly wrong? There was an explosion, and you lost your sense of smell. Well, almost: you can sniff out gold as a pig does truffles. Take a Tin of Snuff to dampen the impact. Without it you are deprived. What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest ingenuity? Blast Sphere: A head-sized iron ball filled with explosive powder that explodes on impact (d12, blast, bulky.) ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Needle-knife (d6), Protective gloves (petty)