┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Prism                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Aurifex                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      10 │      10 │      10 │ HP:  6 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │  9 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Brawny     │ Speech: Formal          │ Age: 29  │
│ Skin: Birthmarked    │ Clothing: Soiled        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Curly          │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Square         │ Vice: Craven            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch.   │
│ Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid     │
│ yourself of the whistle either.                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year,   │
│ frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than │
│ expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found   │
│ in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost    │
│ looks like a map.                                         │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
Ridiculed for discovering how to turn gold into lead, you were a laughing stock. Take a bottle of Universal Solvent (2 uses) that dissolves anything it touches into its constituent parts.
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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