Dibber

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 Short Physique, Birthmarked Skin, and Wavy Hair. Your Face is Elongated, your Speech Stuttering. You have Elegant Clothing. You are Gregarious and Deceitful. Your age: 28.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 15
WIL: 13

πŸ™› Equipment (9)
Items:
Gold: 16

πŸ™› Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.

πŸ™› Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the town’s secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.

πŸ™› Your Past

What got the better of you?
A crop spirit, angered by a poor tithing. The fires consumed nearly everything, and afterward you were able to gather a pouch of Fireseeds (d8, blast, 4 uses).

What tool saved your life?
Bloodvine Whip: d8 damage. On Critical Damage it drains the target's blood, granting the weapon's next attack the blast quality.