Thresh

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 Statuesque Physique, Webbed Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Broken, your Speech Cryptic. You have Elegant Clothing. You are Cautious and Aggressive. Your age: 17.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 9
WIL: 3

🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Gold: 8

🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
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
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.

🙛 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?
Greenwhistle: A small flute that calms plants, making passage through areas heavy with plant life a bit easier.