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 Towering Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Precise. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Humble and
Rude.
Your age: 14.
Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 9
WIL: 15
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crowbar (d6)
Single Gem
Gold: 13
Special
Burial Wagon (6
slots)
Donkey (4
slots)
Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
Your Past
What did you take from the dead?
A burial wagon (+6 slots, slow) from your last job. It came with a stubborn old donkey (+4 slots, only +2 slots if pulling wagon).
What tool was invaluable in your work?
Crowbar. d6 damage. Sometimes you just need to get the damn thing open!
Pets
Donkey:
A burial wagon (+6 slots, slow) from your last job. It came with a stubborn old donkey (+4 slots, only +2 slots if pulling wagon).