You follow the whisperings of the deep earth, the rhythmic pulse of the mycelium forest that grows beneath the surface. The dark holds no terror for you. Also, you really love mushrooms.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Aggressive.
Your age: 28.
Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 6
WIL: 13
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Murderous Truffle (1 uses)
Luxcompass
Twig (petty)
Gold: 6
Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Murderous Truffle. Pungent, highly toxic, and very rare (worth 50gp to assassins). Illegal pretty much everywhere. 1 use.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Luxcompass. Hums softly as it moves closer to the Sun. Eventually the noise becomes unbearably loud.