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 Statuesque Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Humble and
Craven.
Your age: 20.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 18
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crow-shaped Amulet
Incense
Single Gem
Gold: 5
🙛 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
Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout the region, sparking a 'gold rush' of sorts for jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great tragedy yet to come.
🙛 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?
Incense. Perfect for rituals or to keep the flies at bay. Cools the blood.