┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Basil                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      16 │      13 │      15 │ HP:  5 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 14 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Stout      │ Speech: Cryptic         │ Age: 31  │
│ Skin: Tight          │ Clothing: Foreign       ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Frizzy         │ Virtue: Ambitious       │          │
│ Face: Rat-Like       │ Vice: Vain              │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the      │
│ dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an   │
│ unknown location deep within The Woods. Sometimes, you    │
│ feel a presence looking back at you.                      │
│                                                           │
├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 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?
Mimic Stone: Records a short phrase that can later be played back.
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Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Needle-knife (d6), Protective gloves (petty)
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