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 Statuesque Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Frumpy Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 18.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 11
DEX: 15
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Incense
Single Gem
Gold: 14
🙛 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
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 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.