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,
Tattooed Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Formal. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Humble and
Nervous.
Your age: 46.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 17
WIL: 11
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Murderous Truffle (1 uses)
Milkflower (3 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
🙛 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?
Milkflower. A gentle stimulant. Chewing it makes you immune to panic for the next hour. 3 uses.