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 Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Droning. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Bitter.
Your age: 34.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 3
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky)
Sling (d6)
Hand axe (d6)
Repellent (3 uses)
Diseased Crop (6 uses)
Root Tether
Silver Moss (petty)
Single Gem
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 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.
🙛 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?
Root Tether: When thrown, binds a creature as large as a wolf to the soil for a short time.