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 Brawny Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Precise. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Aggressive.
Your age: 21.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 10
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Plague Doctor's Mask
Manacles
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 Your Past
What did you take from the dead?
A plague doctor's mask, after its owner succumbed to the disease that wiped out everyone you once knew. They should have kept it on.
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.