┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Fergus │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Kettlewright │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 10 │ 8 │ 6 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 15 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Towering │ Speech: Gravelly │ Age: 22 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Rancid ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wispy │ Virtue: Honorable │ │ │ Face: Sunken │ Vice: Deceitful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig │ │ in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig │ │ (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It │ │ smells faintly of sulfur. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after │ │ multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their │ │ children’s dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is │ │ coming, and it will consume them all. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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 life was saved by a member of the Marchguard, and you were inspired to join their ranks. Take a Snare Trap and a Sketchbook filled with detailed drawings. What never fails to get you out of trouble? Poacher’s Woe Strongly-scented arrows (3 uses). The scent is powerful enough to track with ease. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Pincers, Roll of tin, Tent (fits 2), Hammer (d6)