┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Vesper │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Bonekeeper │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 12 │ 18 │ 11 │ HP: 4 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Rugged │ Speech: Squeaky │ Age: 33 │ │ Skin: Rosy │ Clothing: Elegant ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Braided │ Virtue: Honorable │ │ │ Face: Rat-Like │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with │ │ story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving │ │ behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside. │ │ │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after │ │ multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their │ │ children’s dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is │ │ coming, and it will consume them all. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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 mortal wound from a freed revenant. You were healed, but the disfigurement has made you a pariah. You require neither air nor sustenance, but are still subject to pain and death. Trapped between, the dead see you as one of their own. What tool was invaluable in your work? Sponge: Supposedly made from the remains of a rare sea creature. It never seems to dry out. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Stake (d6), Chains (10ft)