┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Aludel │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Aurifex │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 5 │ 11 │ 8 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Athletic │ Speech: Stuttering │ Age: 28 │ │ Skin: Tattooed │ Clothing: Soiled ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Long │ Virtue: Humble │ │ │ Face: Sharp │ Vice: Rude │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the │ │ dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an │ │ unknown location deep within The Woods. Sometimes, you │ │ feel a presence looking back at you. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are │ │ disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures │ │ capturing farmers and pulling them into The Roots are │ │ spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two │ │ are connected. │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? You were exposed to a long-acting truth serum whose effects have yet to wear off. The disorder has its advantages: you cannot repeat lies you’ve heard, either. 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)