┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Rune                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      13 │      16 │      11 │ HP:  3 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Flabby     │ Speech: Squeaky         │ Age: 32  │
│ Skin: Rosy           │ Clothing: Frumpy        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Braided        │ Virtue: Honorable       │          │
│ Face: Bony           │ Vice: Nervous           │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that periodically       │
│ wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home. │
│ It wants to keep you alive, at least until it is free. It │
│ takes up one slot, but eats one Fatigue per day. It can   │
│ detect magic and knows a bit about The Woods.             │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out  │
│ of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes │
│ change to sobs.                                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
There was an explosion, and you lost your sense of smell. Well, almost: you can sniff out gold as a pig does truffles. Take a Tin of Snuff to dampen the impact. Without it you are deprived.
What alchemical marvel is the product of your latest
ingenuity?
Spark Dust: Ignites easily and quickly. Useful for starting a fire or as an incendiary device. 3 uses.
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Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Needle-knife (d6), Protective gloves (petty)
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