┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Leder │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Bonekeeper │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 6 │ 4 │ 14 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 12 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Flabby │ Speech: Whispery │ Age: 29 │ │ Skin: Tanned │ Clothing: Livery ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Long │ Virtue: Honorable │ │ │ Face: Perfect │ Vice: Aggressive │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each │ │ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │ │ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is │ │ crude, but accurate. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and │ │ farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep │ │ within The Woods. They also say that the sound is getting │ │ closer. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Manacles: Though old, it’s still effective even against the very strong. You don’t have the key. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Lantern, Oil can (6 uses), Stake (d6), Chains (10ft)