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 Towering Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Formal. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Vain.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 11
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Murderous Truffle (1 uses)
Silk Moth Shawl
Ornate Compass
Gold: 36
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 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?
Silk Moth Shawl. A weatherproof blanket, it can also douse a fire without being damaged.