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 Flabby Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Precise. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Humble and
Craven.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 13
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Shrieking Trumpet (2 uses)
Milkflower (3 uses)
Tiny Crystal Prism (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Tiny Crystal Prism: You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an unknown location deep within the Wood. Sometimes, you feel a presence looking back at you.
🙛 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?
Shrieking Trumpet. When exposed to light, it screams so loudly that all nearby attacks (including your own) are impaired. 2 uses.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Milkflower. A gentle stimulant. Chewing it makes you immune to panic for the next hour. 3 uses.