Rye

Fieldwarden

πŸ™› 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 Brawny Physique, Scarred Skin, and Frizzy Hair. Your Face is Sharp, your Speech Precise. You have Soiled Clothing. You are Honorable and Nervous. Your age: 21.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 17
WIL: 10

πŸ™› Equipment (10)
Items:
Gold: 23

πŸ™› Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.

πŸ™› Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.

πŸ™› Your Past

What got the better of you?
The Withering, a type of stem rot from the Roots. Take a Diseased Crop (6 uses) that quickly decays any plant it touches.

What tool saved your life?
Clatter Keeper: A hand-cranked device that emits a loud noise, frightening away most creatures.