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 Stout Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Rude.
Your age: 28.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 18
WIL: 15
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Fireflask
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 16
π Bonds
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
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
π Your Past
Why did you take the Oath?
Your family has a long tradition of serving, and you were trained from an early age on how to survive in the wild. When taking the Supply action, your yield increases by one step (e.g. 1d4 > 1d6).
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.