Berengaria Vanja Royceston (Skeleton)
Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
Armor Class: 13
Hit Points: 13 (2d8+4)
Speed 30 ft.
STRDEXCONINTWISCHA
10(+0) 14(+2) 15(+2) 6(-2) 8(-1) 5(-3)
License: SRD5 Open Gaming License
Damage Immunities poison
Damage Vulnerabilities bludgeoning
Condition Immunities exhaustion, poisoned
Senses darkvision 60 ft., passive Perception 9
Languages understands all languages it knew in life, but can't speak
Challenge 1/4 (50 XP)
Actions
Shortsword Melee Weapon Attack +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Shortbow Ranged Weapon Attack +4 to hit, range 80/320 ft., (one creature) Hit: 5 (1d6 + 2) piercing damage.
Details
Epitaph She danced with death as victory slipped between bloodied fingers. She fell loudly into the abyss as their quest finally reached an end.
Obituary Though now the end has passed and she has faced the final curtain, dear friends she spoke a clear exposition, she made a statement.

She lived a life not dull in journeys far and deep and long, but oh, much more than this, she did it solo.

Regrets? She had but few, and even now, too soon to vent them, she fought as she needed to and took loot without explanation.

She ran each measly quest each bloody step and each tired day ran more, rolled saves more and then she revelled in them.

Yes, some campaigns, twas known she loathed when she took on more than she could bear, and threw it up, without a doubt she partied up and rocked it down, she faced it hardcore she raged more and rode the whole way.

She loved and laughed, and lied; she had her kills her share of winning, and now, as dust settles she would find it so enthusing.

To think she took it all and in her way - not in a sly way, oh no, oh no, not her, she died in her way.

For what character, what player has if not this self, then he has lost; to feel the things he roleplay's real and not the works of business deals, the record shows that when she rode she died her own way.

The ride or die way.