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 Scrawny Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Aggressive.
Your age: 24.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 11
WIL: 17
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Murderous Truffle (1 uses)
Miner's Grease (3 uses)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 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
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 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?
Miner's Grease. Great for dislodging a gem, tool, or limb from a tight crack. Highly explosive. 3 uses.