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 Athletic Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Booming. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Greedy.
Your age: 36.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 3
WIL: 11
π Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Snare Trap
Sketchbook
Fireflask
Journal
Gold: 11
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
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
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?
Fireflask: Highly alcoholic, yet strangely delicious. When thrown, it creates a wall of flames 10ft high that burns out after a few minutes. 1 use.