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 Rugged Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Booming. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vengeful.
Your age: 43.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 17
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Shrieking Trumpet (2 uses)
Silk Moth Shawl
Letter (petty)
Gold: 4
🙛 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
A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting up throughout the Wood. Its scent is intoxicating, but also causes vivid nightmares.
🙛 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?
Silk Moth Shawl. A weatherproof blanket, it can also douse a fire without being damaged.