Alchemists · The Disciplines · Citizen 002

Fen

the Remedist

Alchemist · The Vialwright

The Sheet

STR

-1

DEX

CON

INT

WIS

CHA

Affinity Venom & Vapor Ward the Undertow Bane Binding

Proficiencies Medicine · Investigation · Alchemist's tools · Keeping · Insight (bold = expertise)

Alchemist · The Vialwright

Improviser. Mixes the perfect concoction on the fly for whatever the moment demands — and always has, years early.

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The Ladder

What they learn

LV 1

Triage Read Assess any creature's or crowd's true condition at a glance and act first.

LV 3

What Holds Grant an ally one of the wall's doctrines as a ward: grief holds, laughter helps, names anchor.

LV 6

Read the Fall Predict a disaster's exact shape one round early; allies pre-position on the prediction.

LV 10

You Will Know the Night SEALED The twelfth vial. One dose, all of it. SEALED — Book Two's opening pressure.

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For the Guide

How to run Fen

VoiceClinical, kind, exhausted — keeping a charcoal wall of everything he's learned.

WantsTo save the small hand cooling in his. To read the world's rules fast enough to keep dosing. To not think about who packed his bag.

Do this nowFen reads the situation like a fever chart — predicts the fall before it happens, triages, names the rule that keeps everyone alive. “Everything in this Kingdom is well made. I've stopped finding that a comfort.” The party's field scientist of reality. His medicine works too well — his bag holds cures for plagues that haven't come, brewed years early, to recipes that 'arrived' in his hands. He figures out the survival rules and writes them on his wall. His horror: his lifelong free-willed preparation fits inside somebody's inventory. He stays for the Feast, undecided at the window, a cold vial in his pocket. Fights best beside — Junia — the marked healers. And the six-specialist unit: the party as a machine made of people.

“Everything in this Kingdom is well made. I've stopped finding that a

comfort.” The party's field scientist of reality. His medicine works too well — his bag holds cures for plagues that haven't come, brewed years early, to recipes that 'arrived' in his hands. He figures out the survival rules and writes them on his wall. His horror: his lifelong free-willed preparation fits inside somebody's inventory. He stays for the Feast, undecided at the window, a cold vial in his pocket.

Fights best beside Junia — the marked healers. And the six-specialist unit: the party as a machine made of people.

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