Sow

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 Flabby Physique, Weathered Skin, and Long Hair. Your Face is Chiseled, your Speech Stuttering. You have Livery Clothing. You are Cautious and Rude. Your age: 44.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 12
WIL: 8

🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Gold: 3

🙛 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.
Bracelet: You promised a childhood friend that you’d bring them back a rare gift, something unique in all the world. Take a Bracelet (petty) woven from twine and wildflowers.

🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.

🙛 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?
Greenwhistle: A small flute that calms plants, making passage through areas heavy with plant life a bit easier.