Rye

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, Soft Skin, and Luxurious Hair. Your Face is Bony, your Speech Formal. You have Antique Clothing. You are Gregarious and Bitter. Your age: 23.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 16
WIL: 11

🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Gold: 17

🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.

🙛 Omens
A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.

🙛 Your Past

What got the better of you?
A voracious swarm of pests that swallowed crops and animals alike. With nothing to defend, you left. Take Gale Seed Extract (3 uses). Ingesting it lets you sprint with a speed four times your regular rate. Afterward you add two Fatigue.

What tool saved your life?
Clatter Keeper: A hand-cranked device that emits a loud noise, frightening away most creatures.