┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Flax                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Fieldwarden                          │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      13 │      10 │      11 │ HP:  3 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 14 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Flabby     │ Speech: Whispery        │ Age: 21  │
│ Skin: Soft           │ Clothing: Soiled        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Long           │ Virtue: Merciful        │          │
│ Face: Elongated      │ Vice: Bitter            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with    │
│ story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving   │
│ behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.   │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and    │
│ the wombs of the village have lain barren since they      │
│ began to fall. A single child has been the only           │
│ exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.  │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
Greenwhistle: A small flute that calms plants, making passage through areas heavy with plant life a bit easier.
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Brigandine (1 Armor, bulky), Bow (d6, bulky), Hand axe (d6), Repellent (state the creature, 3 uses)
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