┌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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky), Bow (d6, bulky), Hand axe (d6), Repellent (state the creature, 3 uses)