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,
Scarred Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Greedy.
Your age: 30.
π Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 6
WIL: 7
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Shrieking Trumpet (2 uses)
Luxcompass
Journal
Gold: 16
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π 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.
π 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?
Luxcompass. Hums softly as it moves closer to the Sun. Eventually the noise becomes unbearably loud.