Description
What forbidden prize did you pilfer from the coffin of a gilded saint? A guilty pleasure found in tomb dirt, a little bauble on a sternum, a jewel plucked off a bent finger... under the new darkness of the Long Night, you wander cursed along the River Soma, in search of solace from your acts of desecration. But to what end? Surfeit of innocence? An escape from sin? The stink of the dead blackens your fingernails, and the coffin lid lies open. Can it ever be shut?
Intrusive Thoughts
The spirits you have stolen from haunt you. Take 1 stress: When you touch a dead body with your bare hands, you receive a vision of the last seconds of its mortal life. While stressed, you are immune to attribute damage caused by Astral or Undead monsters.