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 Rugged Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Serene and
Craven.
Your age: 33.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 5
DEX: 15
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Pulley
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Special
Burial Wagon (6
slots)
Donkey (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 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 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?
Pulley. Great for moving gravestones, rocks, or even bodies.