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,
Webbed Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Vain.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 12
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crow-shaped Amulet
Incense
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
🙛 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?
Incense. Perfect for rituals or to keep the flies at bay. Cools the blood.