┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Cobb                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Fieldwarden                          │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      10 │      15 │       6 │ HP:  6 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Flabby     │ Speech: Precise         │ Age: 41  │
│ Skin: Marked         │ Clothing: Frayed        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Braided        │ Virtue: Courageous      │          │
│ Face: Sharp          │ Vice: Craven            │          │
├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.
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What got the better of you?
An antlered, toothy demon that nearly ended you. Take the blood-stained Bone Knife that saved your life (d6). On Critical Damage, its next attack becomes enhanced from contact with blood.
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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