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,
Soft Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Formal. You have
Frayed Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vengeful.
Your age: 43.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 2
STR: 16
DEX: 16
WIL: 7
🙛 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)
Twig (petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 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?
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.