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,
Tattooed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Ambitious and
Nervous.
Your age: 43.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 16
WIL: 12
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Shrieking Trumpet (2 uses)
Miner's Grease (3 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Shrieking Trumpet. When exposed to light, it screams so loudly that all nearby attacks (including your own) are impaired. 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.