┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Flax │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fieldwarden │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 12 │ 11 │ HP: 2 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 3 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Scrawny │ Speech: Stuttering │ Age: 33 │ │ Skin: Weathered │ Clothing: Bloody ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Long │ Virtue: Disciplined │ │ │ Face: Bony │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to │ │ ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when │ │ you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry. │ │ │ │ │ ├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? 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? Bloodvine Whip: d8 damage. On Critical Damage it drains the target’s blood, granting the weapon’s next attack the blast quality ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky), Bow (d6, bulky), Hand axe (d6), Repellent (state the creature, 3 uses)