┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Basil                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      16 │       9 │      10 │ HP:  6 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 10 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Scrawny    │ Speech: Stuttering      │ Age: 27  │
│ Skin: Marked         │ Clothing: Livery        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Braided        │ Virtue: Disciplined     │          │
│ Face: Square         │ Vice: Craven            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to     │
│ ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when       │
│ you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry.                │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ The songbirds of The Woods have fallen eerily silent as   │
│ of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been    │
│ spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone  │
│ it encounters.                                            │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
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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