┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Lal │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fungal Forager │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 16 │ 10 │ 8 │ HP: 2 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 10 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Statuesque │ Speech: Cryptic │ Age: 16 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Frumpy ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Courageous │ │ │ Face: Elongated │ Vice: Lazy │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each │ │ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │ │ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is │ │ crude, but accurate. │ │ │ ├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? Rootflower. A white fungus found only on corpses deep underground. Ingest to restore d6 WIL. You will dream of the dead, and their stories. 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