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 Short Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Precise. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vengeful.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 2
STR: 13
DEX: 10
WIL: 6
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Torch Fungus (2 uses)
Sloth-Tarp (+1 Armor)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 3
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
🙛 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?
Sloth-Tarp. A tough and weatherproof fabric, useful for hanging off trees. When inside, you have +1 Armor.