Nyth Ethril (Skeleton)
Medium Undead, Lawful Evil
Armor Class: 13
Hit Points: 13 (2d8+4)
Speed 30 ft.
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)
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.
Epitaph Fate smiled cruelly upon her.
Obituary Nyth believed she didn't know who she was. She believed that her form of self was artificial and somehow wrong, but that wasn't true. Those she met in life and those who raised her not only shaped a brave and artistic creature, they created someone unique and beautiful.

She only truly needed the approval from her motherly figure Grainnea. Who she was searching for tirelessly within the catacombs of the Deepwell. Just before she believed to be reunited with her, Nyth was taken from us. It was a fluke...an awful trick of fate with only .0001% chance of happening.

She will be missed, buried within the ruins she and her colleagues called home and hell. Though her face shifted to a blank canvas after death her memory will live on within her friends and those who's future she helped lay the groundwork for.