┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Basil                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       4 │      15 │       7 │ HP:  6 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 10 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Lanky      │ Speech: Formal          │ Age: 23  │
│ Skin: Webbed         │ Clothing: Antique       ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Bald           │ Virtue: Cautious        │          │
│ Face: Sharp          │ Vice: Lazy              │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from │
│ a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander │
│ your newfound riches and a debt long thought forgotten    │
│ would be called.                                          │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing  │
│ a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the   │
│ divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and │
│ fear what may emerge from the other side.                 │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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)