┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Ember                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       6 │      11 │      11 │ HP:  1 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 15 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Rugged     │ Speech: Booming         │ Age: 18  │
│ Skin: Birthmarked    │ Clothing: Rancid        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Curly          │ Virtue: Tolerant        │          │
│ Face: Broken         │ Vice: Deceitful         │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you │
│ to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter   │
│ (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to    │
│ the Lord Of Winter.                                       │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout    │
│ the region, sparking a “gold rush” of sorts for           │
│ jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are   │
│ the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great        │
│ tragedy yet to come.                                      │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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.
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What experiment went horribly wrong?
You were adept at creating fake gold, which is almost as good. Eventually, your ruse was discovered and you had to make a hasty retreat. Take a heavy Metal Ingot and Gold Powder.
What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest
ingenuity?
Homunculus: A miniature clay replica of yourself that follows your every command to the letter. It hates being enthralled to you and complains bitterly whenever possible. Any damage done to the homunculus is also done to you.
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Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Needle-knife (d6), Protective gloves (petty)