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 Statuesque Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Bitter.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 17
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Fireseeds (d8, blast, 4 uses)
Everbloom Band
Twig (petty)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 25
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 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?
A crop spirit, angered by a poor tithing. The fires consumed nearly everything, and afterward you were able to gather a pouch of Fireseeds (d8, blast, 4 uses).
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).