Brie

Marchguard

🙛 Description

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 Short Physique, Oily Skin, and Luxurious Hair. Your Face is Pale, your Speech Droning. You have Soiled Clothing. You are Gregarious and Bitter. Your age: 12.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 8
WIL: 12

🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Gold: 5

🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).

🙛 Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.

🙛 Your Past

Why did you take the Oath?
Your life was saved by a member of the Marchguard, and you were inspired to join their ranks. Take a Snare Trap and a Sketchbook filled with detailed drawings.

What do you carry as proof of your Oath?
Fireflask: Highly alcoholic, yet strangely delicious. When thrown, it creates a wall of flames 10ft high that burns out after a few minutes. 1 use.