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 Stout Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Formal. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Serene and
Bitter.
Your age: 19.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 18
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Incense
Stone Heart (1 Armor)
Gold: 10
🙛 Special
Burial Wagon (6
slots)
Donkey (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Stone Heart: You crossed a creature of the Wood, and it cursed you with a Stone Heart (1 Armor). With each passing month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your debt is lifted, you cannot truly die.
🙛 Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
🙛 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?
Incense. Perfect for rituals or to keep the flies at bay. Cools the blood.