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,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Deceitful.
Your age: 28.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 15
WIL: 13
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Fireseeds (d8, blast, 4 uses)
Bloodvine Whip (d8)
Letter (petty)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 16
π Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
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.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π 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?
Bloodvine Whip: d8 damage. On Critical Damage it drains the target's blood, granting the weapon's next attack the blast quality.