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,
Scarred Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 9
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Crow-shaped Amulet
Manacles
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
🙛 Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
🙛 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?
Manacles. Though old, it's still effective even against the very strong. You don't have the key.