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 Short Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Booming. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Craven.
Your age: 31.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 9
DEX: 4
WIL: 16
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Rootflower (1 uses)
Luxcompass
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 8
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
π Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Rootflower. A white fungus found only on corpses deep underground. Ingest to restore d6 WIL. You will dream of the dead and their stories. 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.