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,
Oily Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Formal. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Bitter.
Your age: 49.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 6
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Torch Fungus (2 uses)
Milkflower (3 uses)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 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?
Torch Fungus. When crushed, it creates a cold blue light for a short while. 2 uses.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Milkflower. A gentle stimulant. Chewing it makes you immune to panic for the next hour. 3 uses.