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-Several years before the start of our tale, the great sinkhole had formed in Llyne, causing the holy city to plummet into its depths. This lead to aspiring adventurers gathering together to explore the pit, only to find not only primeval creatures and environments within, but also wondrous artifacts and treasures beyond a man's wildest dream. Little did the mortals know, a horrendous event occurred. No one knows where, or how it came, but the pit began to...leak.
+Name: Myconid
 
-A white, opaque mist poured out from the pit, and swept across Llyne. The trees began to twist. The waters began to grow foul, the earth began to shake and rupture. The seas swelled, the mist cast a dark shadow over Veska and her inhabitants...and from the mist, came shadows, and from those shadows, death. Monstrosities and horrors shambled out from the mist, and with the combined might of the curse and the horrors lurking within the mist, the world was slowly consumed by the mist's shadow.
+Race: Myconid
 
-Years later, the mist had...for the most part, cleared. But the effects it held upon ol 'Veska and her inhabitants however, were not. Pockets of mist still remain, and the environment was twisted and changed. The world as everyone knew it had shifted to a completely new one, and  the last remaining survivors had finally left from their hiding places to find themselves in a new world.
+Age: 500
 
-For the most part, this world is wild and untame once more...but that's where you all come in!
+Gender: Myconid.
 
-You aren't all sure who, or what caused him to gain the means to do so, but somehow, some way, you've all received a letter urging to meet at what was once known as Hunter's Reef...
+Appearance: Your normal, average, everyday red and white Myconid. Except massive. Like, 9'3" and fat.
 
-"Greetings. If you are reading this letter, then your ability to survive and fight in this world are both well-noted. You are personally invited to meet with me at what was once Hunter's Reef. Join us here, and become a part of our cause to reclaim what was once lost. Veska and her people wish to meet, and see you lead us back into a new age of glory. Godspeed.
+Equipment: Myconid.
 
---Huntsmaster Rye."
+Background/Reasoning for answering the note: Myconid see, Myconid respond. Myconid want fun! Myconid doesn't remember much.
 
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 Migrating Spores: Myconid's body is unstable due to the length of time he's spent alive. Small spores of himself are shed in tiny chunks, leading to 1d6 miniature versions of himself spawning whenever he uses certain abilities. Spore children shed off this way die very quickly, but are capable of dealing damage and causing effects based off the spore they're spawned from.
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 Explosive Spores: Myconid is able to release spores that, when struck with enough force, prime and after a few seconds explode. Any miniature versions of him that spawn through these spores immediately throw themselves at the target, exploding on contact.
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 Shroom Spores: Myconid, when startled or in danger, releases spores that, when inhaled, create a hallucinogenic effect. Any miniature versions of him that spawn through this, upon death, explode into more of these hallucinogenic spores.
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