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 Scrawny Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Bitter.
Your age: 13.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 2
STR: 16
DEX: 14
WIL: 5
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Hellcap (1 uses)
Sloth-Tarp (+1 Armor)
Single Gem
Gold: 13
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 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.