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 Lanky Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Rude.
Your age: 31.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 6
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Sproutcup (1 uses)
Milkflower (3 uses)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 33
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 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?
Milkflower. A gentle stimulant. Chewing it makes you immune to panic for the next hour. 3 uses.