Harrow

Fieldwarden

🙛 Description

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:
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.