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 Lanky Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Formal. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Humble and
Bitter.
Your age: 36.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 6
WIL: 13
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crow-shaped Amulet
Manacles
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 12
Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
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.