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 Lanky Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Vengeful.
Your age: 20.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 3
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Rootflower (1 uses)
Silk Moth Shawl
Single Gem
Gold: 12
🙛 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
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 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?
Silk Moth Shawl. A weatherproof blanket, it can also douse a fire without being damaged.