┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Vesper │ │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │
│ Bonekeeper │ │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │
│ │ │ │ │ │
│ │ │ │ │ │
│ │ │ │ │ │
│ 15 │ 7 │ 11 │ HP: 1 │ │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │
│ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 7 │ │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Brawny │ Speech: Formal │ Age: 30 │
│ Skin: Tanned │ Clothing: Livery ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Filthy │ Virtue: Tolerant │ │
│ Face: Sunken │ Vice: Greedy │ │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig │
│ in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig │
│ (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It │
│ smells faintly of sulfur. │
│ │
├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 Woods and │
│ the mortal realm grow thin. │
│ │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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.
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What did you take from the dead?
The Detect Magic Spellbook, stolen from an ancient library. Your family worked in service to an obscure underworld deity, but you lost your faith. Though exiled, you continue to serve, even as an apostate.
Detect Magic: You can see or hear nearby magical auras.
What tool was invaluable in your work?
Pulley: Great for moving gravestones, rocks, or even bodies.
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Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Stake (d6), Chains (10ft)