┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Prism                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      11 │      11 │       7 │ HP:  6 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 12 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Flabby     │ Speech: Droning         │ Age: 26  │
│ Skin: Marked         │ Clothing: Soiled        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Luxurious      │ Virtue: Ambitious       │          │
│ Face: Sharp          │ Vice: Aggressive        │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with    │
│ story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving   │
│ behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.   │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting │
│ up throughout The Woods. Its scent is intoxicating, but   │
│ also causes vivid nightmares.                             │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
Pyrophoric Gel: A sticky green fluid that catches fire when exposed to air, then burns for 8 hours. Cannot be extinguished.
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Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Needle-knife (d6), Protective gloves (petty)
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