Briar

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 Athletic Physique, Rosy Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Square, your Speech Droning. You have Bloody Clothing. You are Humble and Rude. Your age: 49.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 14
WIL: 14

🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Gold: 12

🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.

🙛 Omens
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.

🙛 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).