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,
Rosy Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Bitter.
Your age: 39.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 11
WIL: 9
π 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)
Sun Stick (1 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 18
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.
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
π 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?
Sun Stick: Provides ample warmth and light for up to one hour. Recharge: Leave in heavy sunlight for a full day. 1 use.