┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Rook │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Bonekeeper │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 10 │ 14 │ 7 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 9 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Brawny │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 33 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Braided │ Virtue: Courageous │ │ │ Face: Chiseled │ Vice: Bitter │ │ ├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ 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. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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? Repellent: Powerful stuff. Its faded label makes it unclear what it is actually meant to repel, though. Perhaps everything. 3 uses. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Stake (d6), Chains (10ft)