┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Pall │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Bonekeeper │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 17 │ 5 │ 9 │ HP: 6 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 9 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Scrawny │ Speech: Whispery │ Age: 37 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Frumpy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Tolerant │ │ │ Face: Rat-Like │ Vice: Nervous │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed │ │ their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. │ │ You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal │ │ illusions. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ There is a village known far and wide for its impressive │ │ “mother tree”, said to shelter the town’s secrets │ │ in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, │ │ worrying the elders. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Crowbar: d6 damage. Sometimes you just need to get the damn thing open! ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Stake (d6), Chains (10ft)