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,
Tattooed Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 38.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 15
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Sproutcup (1 uses)
Glowsnail
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Sproutcup. Ingest to shrink down to the size of a mouse. (Your belongings stay the same size.) You return to normal size within the hour, often in fits and starts. 1 use.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Glowsnail. Casts a soft, bioluminescent light. Feeds on one ration every two days.