┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Hilda │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fungal Forager │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 9 │ 11 │ 15 │ HP: 1 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 12 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Stout │ Speech: Formal │ Age: 33 │ │ Skin: Weathered │ Clothing: Elegant ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wispy │ Virtue: Ambitious │ │ │ Face: Broken │ Vice: Bitter │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You crossed a creature of The Woods, and it cursed you │ │ with a Stone Heart (1 Armor, bulky). With each passing │ │ month, the stone grows heavier by one slot. Until your │ │ debt is lifted, you cannot truly die. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and │ │ the wombs of the village have lain barren since they │ │ began to fall. A single child has been the only │ │ exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── What strange fungi did you discover? Sproutcup. Ingest to shrink down to the size of a mouse (your belongings stay the same size). You return to normal size within the hour, often in fits and starts. 1 use. What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness? Milkflower A gentle stimulant. Chewing makes you immune to panic for the next hour. 3 uses. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Sharpened trowel (d6), Candle helmet (+1 Armor, dim, 6 uses), Rope (25ft), Metal pail