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 Towering Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Precise. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Greedy.
Your age: 29.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 5
WIL: 10
Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crowbar (d6)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 14
Special
Burial Wagon (6
slots)
Donkey (4
slots)
Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
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).