┌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.
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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.)
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Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Needle-knife (d6), Protective gloves (petty)
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