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 Stout Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Precise. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Humble and
Rude.
Your age: 14.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 2
STR: 3
DEX: 10
WIL: 10
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Murderous Truffle (1 uses)
Sloth-Tarp (+1 Armor)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 16
🙛 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
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
🙛 Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Murderous Truffle. Pungent, highly toxic, and very rare (worth 50gp to assassins). Illegal pretty much everywhere. 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.