You serve as a Field Warden of the Church of Aurelia, walking rows of barley and prayer alike. Part monk, part agrarian steward, Field Wardens protects harvests from rot, raiders, and ruin. You learned to interpret the omens in rustling stalks and shifting skies—and to wield blade and flame when blight turned to beast.
You gain access to church facilities and intel fitting your rank.
- Skill Proficiencies: Nature, Insight
- Tool Proficiencies: Herbalism Kit, One type of artisan’s tools (e.g., Weaver’s Tools or Smith’s Tools)
- Languages: One of your choice
- Equipment:
Equipment:
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A polished prayer stone engraved with Aurelia’s sigil
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A sickle or pruning blade blessed in the midsummer rite
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A set of peasant's clothes
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A small pouch of fertile soil from a holy field (worth 5 gp)
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You can identify the signs of pestilence, drought, or corruption in crops or natural growth. Once per long rest, you may invoke Aurelia’s favor to purify a 60-foot area, rendering it fertile and safe from mundane rot or infestation or necrotic rot for a week.
Suggested Characteristics
Field Wardens often carry a serene but steadfast demeanor. They value balance, labor, and signs in nature—treating each planting season like scripture.
Personality Traits (d6)
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I speak gently and listen carefully, like good soil needs both rain and sun.
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I quote agricultural parables at inappropriate times.
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I get anxious if I stay indoors for too long.
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I can’t help but kneel to inspect any plant, weed, or patch of soil I pass.
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I treat every meal as a sacred gift.
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I quietly bless others when they’re not looking.
Ideals (d6)
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Balance. All things must grow and wither in time. I help nature run its course. (Neutral)
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Stewardship. It is my duty to protect the land so that others may live from it. (Good)
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Tradition. Our rites and planting songs connect us to generations past. (Lawful)
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Harmony. People flourish when in tune with the land and each other. (Good)
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Survival. The strong roots endure even fire and frost. (Neutral)
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Cycle. All that lives must die, and all that dies must nourish the new. (Neutral)
Bonds (d6)
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A ruined field I once failed to protect still haunts my dreams.
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I owe my faith—and life—to the priest who found me half-starved during a drought.
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My home village is guarded by fellow Wardens. I must not bring shame upon them.
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A stolen relic of Aurelia's blessing must be recovered.
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I carry seeds from a sacred tree that blooms only once a century.
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The memory of a spring romance among the planting rows still warms me.
Flaws (d6)
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I mistrust anyone who doesn’t respect the land.
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I sometimes see omens where there are none.
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I believe suffering in silence is the only noble path.
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I refuse to take up arms unless the land itself is in danger.
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I secretly fear Aurelia no longer hears my prayers.
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I’d rather let crops fail than violate sacred planting traditions.
Contacts
As a servant of the Church of Aurelia, you likely know the names and faces of others who walk the holy furrows of the land—guardians of harvest and hope.
You can ask the DM to create a few contacts for you in the church or you can create a couple yourself so the DM can add them to the story.
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