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,
Tanned Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Serene and
Lazy.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 14
DEX: 14
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Rootflower (1 uses)
Glowsnail
Twig (petty)
Gold: 5
🙛 Bonds
Twig: A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It smells faintly of sulfur.
🙛 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?
Rootflower. A white fungus found only on corpses deep underground. Ingest to restore d6 WIL. You will dream of the dead and their stories. 1 use.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Glowsnail. Casts a soft, bioluminescent light. Feeds on one ration every two days.