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 Stout Physique, Soft Skin, and Curly Hair. Your Face is Bony, your Speech Precise. You have Bloody Clothing. You are Courageous and Bitter.
Your age: 36.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 8
WIL: 17
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Torch Fungus (2 uses)
Miner's Grease (3 uses)
Gold: 16
Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
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?
Torch Fungus. When crushed, it creates a cold blue light for a short while. 2 uses.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Miner's Grease. Great for dislodging a gem, tool, or limb from a tight crack. Highly explosive. 3 uses.