┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Thresh                               │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Fieldwarden                          │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       9 │       4 │       8 │ HP:  3 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │  8 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Towering   │ Speech: Precise         │ Age: 32  │
│ Skin: Tanned         │ Clothing: Elegant       ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Bald           │ Virtue: Merciful        │          │
│ Face: Perfect        │ Vice: Vain              │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love   │
│ who disappeared into The Woods long ago. Somehow, you     │
│ know that they are still alive.                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out  │
│ of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes │
│ change to sobs.                                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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.
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What got the better of you?
A crop spirit, angered by a poor tithing. The fires consumed nearly everything, and afterwards you were able to gather a pouch of Fireseeds (d8, blast, 4 uses).
What tool saved your life?
Sun Stick: Provides ample warmth and light for up to one hour. Recharge: Leave in heavy sunlight for a full day. 1 use.
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Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky), Bow (d6, bulky), Hand axe (d6), Repellent (state the creature, 3 uses)
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