┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Thresh │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fieldwarden │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 10 │ 11 │ 12 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 15 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Stout │ Speech: Cryptic │ Age: 33 │ │ Skin: Scarred │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Long │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Square │ Vice: Vain │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each │ │ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │ │ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is │ │ crude, but accurate. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an │ │ eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of │ │ chaos and strife, as the boundaries between The Woods and │ │ the mortal realm grow thin. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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? Everbloom Band: A circlet adorned with flowers that never wilt. On taking Critical Damage the flowers dissolve into dust, but you act as if your save succeeded (STR loss still occurs). ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky), Bow (d6, bulky), Hand axe (d6), Repellent (state the creature, 3 uses)