From publisher blurb:
The dead are never silent.
Their bones whisper in the dark, their spirits watch from beyond the veil, their stories linger in the earth itself. While others fear the places where the dead lie, while others leave offerings to appease the restless, there is one who listens.
One who remembers.
One who sings the song of the fallen and calls them back when needed.
The Bone-Singer does not see death as an end. It is a doorway, a bridge between the world of the living and the realm of the lost. They walk the line between life and decay, marking bones with sacred runes, summoning spirits for guidance, and—when the time is right—calling the dead to rise once more.
They do not wield steel, nor do they carve their names in history. Their power lies in memory, in whispers, in the echoes of those who came before. To the Bone-Singer, the past is not gone.
It is waiting.
The Call of the Bone-Singer
No one seeks to become a Bone-Singer. The dead must choose them first.
Some are called by blood, born with the ability to hear voices that others cannot. Some are marked by tragedy, the last survivor of a fallen tribe, left alone with nothing but the whispers of the departed for company. Others stumble upon the path by accident, venturing where they should not, touching a bone that still remembers its former life, and emerging forever changed.
The Chosen of the Ancestors
Some children are born on the night when the spirits walk, when the wind carries the voices of the lost. They wake in the night, speaking names that no living soul remembers, reaching out to hands only they can see.
The elders watch them carefully, recognizing the signs.
These children grow up knowing the dead as well as the living. They are taught to listen—to the crackle of fire, to the way bones shift in the dust, to the murmurs carried on the wind.
One day, when they are ready, they are given a sacred bone, a fragment of a great warrior, a lost seer, or a long-dead chieftain. They carve it with their first rune, and at that moment, the spirits answer them for the first time.
They are no longer just another hunter, just another member of the tribe.
They are a Bone-Singer.
The Last of Their Kind
For others, the path is carved by tragedy.
Perhaps their village was slaughtered, their people reduced to scattered bones and lost memories. Perhaps they were a warrior who stood in battle and saw their comrades fall, one by one, until they alone remained.
They bury the dead.
But the dead do not leave them.
One night, the whispers begin. The voices of the fallen call out to them, not in anger, but in sorrow. The spirits do not wish to be forgotten. They do not wish to fade into dust.
So, the survivor listens.
They take the bones of the fallen, carve the first marks into them, and sing the names of the lost.
And when the time comes for battle again, the dead rise at their call, standing beside them once more.
This is a full 5e Class, with a description, Unique Abilties and Level progression up to 20th Level, for a Prehistoric setting.