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 Athletic Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Serene and
Bitter.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 13
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Rootflower (1 uses)
Miner's Grease (3 uses)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 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
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.
🙛 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?
Miner's Grease. Great for dislodging a gem, tool, or limb from a tight crack. Highly explosive. 3 uses.