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 Brawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Droning. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Greedy.
Your age: 25.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 18
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Bone Knife (d6)
Clatter Keeper
Miniature Lute
Letter (petty)
Gold: 17
🙛 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.
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
What got the better of you?
An antlered, toothy demon that nearly ended you. Take a blood-stained Bone Knife (d6). On Critical Damage, its next attack becomes enhanced from contact with blood.
What tool saved your life?
Clatter Keeper: A hand-cranked device that emits a loud noise, frightening away most creatures.