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 Rugged Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Humble and
Vengeful.
Your age: 48.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 13
WIL: 3
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Hellcap (1 uses)
Glowsnail
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 4
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
π 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.