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,
Tanned Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Greedy.
Your age: 14.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 17
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Sproutcup (1 uses)
Silk Moth Shawl
Letter (petty)
Gold: 11
🙛 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
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Sproutcup. Ingest to shrink down to the size of a mouse. (Your belongings stay the same size.) You return to normal size within the hour, often in fits and starts. 1 use.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Silk Moth Shawl. A weatherproof blanket, it can also douse a fire without being damaged.