┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Eamon │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Kettlewright │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 8 │ 6 │ 4 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 7 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Scrawny │ Speech: Droning │ Age: 25 │ │ Skin: Rosy │ Clothing: Soiled ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Filthy │ Virtue: Merciful │ │ │ Face: Sharp │ Vice: Deceitful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a │ │ dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower │ │ turns white, it means the favor is owed. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The constellations have slowly started shifting in the │ │ night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have │ │ stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem │ │ disturbed. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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 family has a long tradition of serving, and you were trained from an early age on how to survive in the wild. When taking the Supply action your yield increases by one step (e.g. 1d4 > 1d6). What never fails to get you out of trouble? Oath Compass Points not towards North, but instead to the nearest member of the Guard. It also lets you know when they’re getting close. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Pincers, Roll of tin, Tent (fits 2), Hammer (d6)