You are a shepherd to the departed. You listen to the final whispers of the dead as they descend into the cold, unyielding earth. You know that to fully celebrate the gift of life, we must honor its finale as well.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Lazy.
Your age: 44.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 15
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crow-shaped Amulet
Crowbar (d6)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 29
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
What did you take from the dead?
A crow-shaped amulet. You can ask a question of the dead but must add a Fatigue each time. They do not always speak truthfully.
What tool was invaluable in your work?
Crowbar. d6 damage. Sometimes you just need to get the damn thing open!