┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Lorenz │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Kettlewright │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 14 │ 16 │ 11 │ HP: 2 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Statuesque │ Speech: Gravelly │ Age: 30 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Filthy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Oily │ Virtue: Merciful │ │ │ Face: Sunken │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great │ │ treasure hidden deep in The Woods. You thought it naught │ │ but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) │ │ marked with an X. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and │ │ unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due │ │ to an unsettling howl that emanates from The Woods each │ │ full moon. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? You were in a dark place, and decided that your life needed a little direction. You’re still not so sure it was the right choice. Take an Oilskin Coat and Mapping Paper. 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)