You have spent your life in the borderlands between the living and the dead, shaped by coastal mists and the sea as an inevitable companion. As a soul warden, your duty is to guard the natural boundaries of death. You travel along coasts and port towns to bring peace to those mourning family members lost to the sea, and to hunt down those who seek to cheat death and break the balance. Accustomed to the fury of the elements, you bear the marks of a hard life on the road and find peace in the simple, uncompromising labor of a guardian at the gate.
- Skill Proficiencies: Insight and Religion
- Tool Proficiencies: Navigator's tools
- Languages: One additional language of your choice (e.g., Elvish or Aquan/Triton)
- Equipment: A worn naval uniform (or travel clothes), a mace crowned with a rose, flasks of strong alcohol/rum, a set of common clothes, and a pouch containing 10 gp
Feature: Guard of the Coast
Fishermen, sailors, and coastal communities know of those who watch over the sea and the drowned. When you are in coastal towns, ports, or fishing villages, locals will naturally hold a baseline respect for you. If they have the means, they will share their food, provide a safe place to sleep for the night, and help you with information regarding local shipwrecks, the drowned, or strange occurrences by the water. You can also always find shelter in shrines dedicated to deities of the sea or death.
Suggested Characteristics
Coastal soul wardens are often stoic, solemn, and marked by the tragedies they have witnessed, yet they harbor a deep compassion for people in grief. They prefer the open sky and the fury of the elements over enclosed, quiet rooms, and they treat death as a completely natural and sacred part of existence.
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I am utterly silent and stoic most of the time, preferring the company of the dead and the sound of the wind over idle chatter.
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2
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I treat every grieving person I meet as if they were my own lost family, offering them a quiet shoulder and unwavering patience.
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3
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I am deeply suspicious of anyone who tries to cheat death, prolong their life unnaturally, or meddle with necromancy.
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4
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I cannot stand absolute, dead silence; I always need the background noise of wind, rain, or a roaring storm to feel at ease.
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5
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I have a grim sense of humor, often joking about the inevitability of the grave to lighten heavy moments.
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6
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I carry the heavy weight of a century lost in the deep, and my gaze often drifts toward the horizon as if looking for something far away.
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Ideal |
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Balance: Death is a sacred and natural end. It must never be cheated, rushed, or defiled. (Lawful)
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2
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Compassion: Those left behind in grief deserve peace just as much as the souls departing for the other side. (Good)
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3
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Duty: I am bound by blood and divine calling to watch the veil. I will not abandon my post. (Lawful)
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4
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Freedom: The ocean takes what it pleases, and its will cannot be chained by mortal laws. (Chaotic)
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5
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Remembrance: No soul should be forgotten to the dark depths without someone to remember their name. (Good)
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6
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Endurance: Like the rocky coast against the crashing waves, a soul warden must never break. (Any)
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Bond |
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My family's ancient legacy and the spirits tied to my bloodline are the only true anchors I have left in this world.
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2
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I wander the coasts to bring closure to families whose loved ones were claimed by shipwrecks and the deep sea.
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3
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The heavy mace I carry holds the memory of my past and serves as my sacred instrument to cleanse the unnatural.
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4
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I harbor a lingering, distant duty toward the descendants of my bloodline who carry the spiritual echo of the sea.
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5
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A specific sunken ship from my past still calls to me from the dark, waiting for me to remember its final secret
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6
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I am bound by an oath to the deity of the deep who pulled me through a century of limbo and gave me a second chance.
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Flaw |
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I rely heavily on strong alcohol as medicine to drown out the overwhelming cries of the dead, risking dependency.
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2
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am completely out of touch with modern societal norms, having spent a century frozen in time while the world moved on.
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3
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I find it nearly impossible to relate to people who worry about trivial matters, having seen the ultimate finality of death.
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4
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I am fiercely stubborn and will march headfirst into danger if I spot someone tampering with the dead.
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5
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I prefer isolation and open elements, making me intensely uncomfortable and restless in crowded, quiet indoor rooms.
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6
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I carry a deep, quiet grief for the life and family I lost 100 years ago, which occasionally clouds my judgment.
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