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,
Rosy Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Chiseled, your
Speech Droning. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Rude.
Your age: 46.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 10
DEX: 14
WIL: 15
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Torch Fungus (2 uses)
Milkflower (3 uses)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 12
π Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Torch Fungus. When crushed, it creates a cold blue light for a short while. 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.