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 Scrawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Droning. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 41.
Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 8
WIL: 17
Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Diseased Crop (6 uses)
Clatter Keeper
Whistle (petty)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 16
Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
Your Past
What got the better of you?
The Withering, a type of stem rot from the Roots. Take a Diseased Crop (6 uses) that quickly decays any plant it touches.
What tool saved your life?
Clatter Keeper: A hand-cranked device that emits a loud noise, frightening away most creatures.