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 Brawny Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vengeful.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 18
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Cusped Falchion (d8)
Everbloom Band
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 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?
Everbloom Band: A circlet adorned with flowers that never wilt. On taking Critical Damage the flowers dissolve into dust, but you act as if your save succeeded (STR loss still occurs).