Protectors of the harvest, defense against pests, thieves, and beasts. A position of great honor, while it lasts: many guardians do not live out their natural lives. Roll a second time on the Bonds table.
You have a Short Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Rude.
Your age: 21.
π Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 15
WIL: 15
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Bone Knife (d6)
Greenwhistle
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 10
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
π Your Past
What got the better of you?
An antlered, toothy demon that nearly ended you. Take a blood-stained Bone Knife (d6). On Critical Damage, its next attack becomes enhanced from contact with blood.
What tool saved your life?
Greenwhistle: A small flute that calms plants, making passage through areas heavy with plant life a bit easier.