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 Rugged Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Lazy.
Your age: 33.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 4
WIL: 18
π Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Long Sword (d10, bulky)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Oilskin Coat
Mapping Paper
Pullstones
Journal
Gold: 14
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
π Your Past
Why did you take the Oath?
You were in a dark place and decided that your life needed a little direction. You're still not so sure it was the right choice. Take an Oilskin Coat and Mapping Paper.
What do you carry as proof of your Oath?
Pullstones: Two jet-black stones. When separated, the stones will always roll toward one another.