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 Short Physique, Scarred Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Bony, your Speech Cryptic. You have Elegant Clothing. You are Serene and Rude.
Your age: 27.
Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 14
WIL: 14
Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Bone Knife (d6)
Greenwhistle
Journal
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 14
Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
Your Past
What got the better of you?
An antlered, toothy demon that nearly ended you. Take a blood-stained Bone Knife (d6). On Critical Damage, its next attack becomes enhanced from contact with blood.
What tool saved your life?
Greenwhistle: A small flute that calms plants, making passage through areas heavy with plant life a bit easier.