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 Rugged Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 25.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 4
WIL: 9
π Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Bone Knife (d6)
Clatter Keeper
Whistle (petty)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 11
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
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.
π Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
π 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.