┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Salaman                              │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      10 │      16 │       6 │ HP:  4 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Short      │ Speech: Cryptic         │ Age: 22  │
│ Skin: Soft           │ Clothing: Soiled        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Braided        │ Virtue: Disciplined     │          │
│ Face: Chiseled       │ Vice: Rude              │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and     │
│ carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of │
│ their protection as well as your obligation.              │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├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 exposed to a long-acting truth serum whose effects have yet to wear off. The disorder has its advantages: you cannot repeat lies you’ve heard, either.
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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