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 Short Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 50.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 15
DEX: 5
WIL: 17
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crowbar (d6)
Journal
Gold: 5
Special
Burial Wagon (6
slots)
Donkey (4
slots)
Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
Omens
A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.
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).