Bound by blood Oath to patrol the border and protect the realm. Once sworn, the Oath cannot be broken. The Guard always finds their own.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Lazy.
Your age: 33.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 12
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Pullstones
Miniature Lute
Gold: 15
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
Why did you take the Oath?
Your family has a long tradition of serving, and you were trained from an early age on how to survive in the wild. When taking the Supply action, your yield increases by one step (e.g. 1d4 > 1d6).
What do you carry as proof of your Oath?
Pullstones: Two jet-black stones. When separated, the stones will always roll toward one another.