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,
Tanned Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 44.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 12
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Cusped Falchion (d8)
Clatter Keeper
Single Gem
Twig (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
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.
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.
🙛 Omens
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
🙛 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?
Clatter Keeper: A hand-cranked device that emits a loud noise, frightening away most creatures.