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 Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Serene and
Lazy.
Your age: 23.
π Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 9
DEX: 18
WIL: 5
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Murderous Truffle (1 uses)
Milkflower (3 uses)
Journal
Gold: 11
π Bonds
Journal: You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, crassly from the journalβs perspective. The writing is crude, but accurate.
π 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.
π 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?
Milkflower. A gentle stimulant. Chewing it makes you immune to panic for the next hour. 3 uses.