┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Eamon │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Kettlewright │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 14 │ 12 │ 9 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 9 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Stout │ Speech: Gravelly │ Age: 22 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Soiled ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Bald │ Virtue: Courageous │ │ │ Face: Square │ Vice: Craven │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and │ │ carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of │ │ their protection as well as your obligation. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Swarms of insects are fleeing from The Woods in droves, │ │ destroying any wooden structures they come across. The │ │ sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass │ │ overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ You are known by the smell of molten metal and the jingle of tin. You are not a mere merchant, but an artisan of fire and metal. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── What is your trade? Your life was saved by a member of the Marchguard, and you were inspired to join their ranks. Take a Snare Trap and a Sketchbook filled with detailed drawings. What never fails to get you out of trouble? Pain Band Touch an injured creature to transfer their wounds to you (exchange their lost STR with your own). Recharge: Wear the ring while in perfect health. It will take 1 STR, permanently. Petty. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Pincers, Roll of tin, Tent (fits 2), Hammer (d6)