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 Brawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Craven.
Your age: 45.
Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 4
WIL: 10
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Hellcap (1 uses)
Glowsnail
Gold: 3
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
A thick, unnatural fog has begun encroaching upon an ancient and holy grove. It is said to be the work of a great forest spirit, angered by nearby deforestation.
Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Hellcap. Exposure to its aroma causes intense nausea and vomiting. Either way, it clears the room. Bottled. 1 use.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Glowsnail. Casts a soft, bioluminescent light. Feeds on one ration every two days.