Sow

Fieldwarden

🙛 Description

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, Scarred Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Perfect, your Speech Precise. You have Filthy Clothing. You are Gregarious and Deceitful. Your age: 23.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 10
WIL: 7

🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Gold: 18

🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.

🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.

🙛 Your Past

What got the better of you?
Crop thieves. Not all of them survived, but you were outnumbered. Start with +d4 HP and a Cusped Falchion (d8).

What tool saved your life?
Bloodvine Whip: d8 damage. On Critical Damage it drains the target's blood, granting the weapon's next attack the blast quality.