Bound by blood Oath to patrol the border and protect the realm. Once sworn, the Oath cannot be broken. The Guard always finds their own.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Aggressive.
Your age: 20.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 11
WIL: 9
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Snare Trap
Sketchbook
Pain Band (petty, 1/1 charges)
Journal
Gold: 4
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
π Your Past
Why did you take the Oath?
Your life was saved by a member of the Marchguard, and you were inspired to join their ranks. Take a Snare Trap and a Sketchbook filled with detailed drawings.
What do you carry as proof of your Oath?
Pain Band: Touch an injured creature to transfer their wounds to you. (Exchange their lost STR with your own.) Recharge: Wear the ring while in perfect health. You will lose 1 STR, permanently. Petty.