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 Short Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Deceitful.
Your age: 21.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 6
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Plague Doctor's Mask
Pulley
Locket (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
What did you take from the dead?
A plague doctor's mask, after its owner succumbed to the disease that wiped out everyone you once knew. They should have kept it on.
What tool was invaluable in your work?
Pulley. Great for moving gravestones, rocks, or even bodies.