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 Athletic Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Curly
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Precise. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Vain.
Your age: 34.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 11
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Shrieking Trumpet (2 uses)
Milkflower (3 uses)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 3
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Shrieking Trumpet. When exposed to light, it screams so loudly that all nearby attacks (including your own) are impaired. 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.