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,
Webbed Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Bitter.
Your age: 41.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 2
STR: 3
DEX: 9
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Hellcap (1 uses)
Sloth-Tarp (+1 Armor)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Letter: You received a Letter (petty) detailing incontrovertible proof that your true parentage is that of Fae nobility. The note also indicates a date and location where you are to meet them, deep in the the Wood.
🙛 Omens
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
🙛 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?
Sloth-Tarp. A tough and weatherproof fabric, useful for hanging off trees. When inside, you have +1 Armor.