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 Flabby Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 5
DEX: 13
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Shrieking Trumpet (2 uses)
Sloth-Tarp (+1 Armor)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
🙛 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?
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?
Sloth-Tarp. A tough and weatherproof fabric, useful for hanging off trees. When inside, you have +1 Armor.