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 Towering Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Droning. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Craven.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 2
STR: 17
DEX: 5
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (11)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Fireseeds (d8, blast, 4 uses)
Root Tether
Ornate Compass
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 33
🙛 Bonds
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.
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
🙛 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.
🙛 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?
Root Tether: When thrown, binds a creature as large as a wolf to the soil for a short time.