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 Scrawny Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Vain.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 17
DEX: 5
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crowbar (d6)
Single Gem
Gold: 17
🙛 Special
Burial Wagon (6
slots)
Donkey (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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!