"Hell, Ain't really hard to figure out what the spirit they call the Whistler is all about. Now, it be hard to figure out what the figure is in life. Ya see, he ain't got no head to speak of, nor a pair lips neither to whistle with. His neck ends in a jagged stump that still flex as it should we he dun whistle. The clothes he wears ain't fancy neither. No flash, no frills, no heraldry. I reckon he was a crofter of some sort that whistled as he worked, given the ghost's calloused hands Some poor fella that fell victim to an industrial accident that weren't no accident, you hear? The Guilds 'round these parts used to be cut-throat and them coffers stained with blood. The Whistler, he and the restless dead he gathers to him, well guess who they target. I suppose ya can figure the rest out." -Fossor Carvilius Graeme The Whistler Medium undead, chaotic evil Armor Class 13 Hit Poi...