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 Athletic Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Rude.
Your age: 35.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 4
WIL: 13
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crow-shaped Amulet
Manacles
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 16
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
π 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?
Manacles. Though old, it's still effective even against the very strong. You don't have the key.