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Did you add your modifiers?
One cut in half becomes two. Half landed on the ground is one, plus your charisma and any ranks you have in knowledge (mycology).

The hyphae instantaneously work into the earth it landed on, bursting white threads reaching for knowledge in the depths, equally as fast the threads burst from the ground before you, they spiral around eachother tightening and thickening into a quarterstaff, the white staff now stands upright blueish stains climb three quarters up the staff and the head is bulbous and irregular with life.

Eat your Mushrooms.

Q'uaksna I like your drawings.
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It's ok the journey is long. You will confront death and it will revive you

An exquisitely beautiful tree woman pulls forth from the wood revealing her long green hair and the majority of her perfect body, her Violet eyes strike you within such beauty mustn't beheld for long, she throws her voice into the wind and it is carried into your ears " our Myconid family is in foul danger, their hypae rot and mycelium stall, the once great mystic has passed with no Myconid replacing them, a poison has entered their house. You heros of legends must save the Myconid, they are the first to be and they are the first to fall, do not let the gardens fall to this creeping poison.

Spores let lose into the world wind and rain guide them.
The slugs are sated so the will not attack especially in the sight of a dryad. They pack up their gear in a square of fabric and tie it to a stick then sling it over like a tramp before leaving the squelch out a " chur bro, that was a mean as feed"

You may assign all your own classes at lvl 1.
Eric Blank this forest has survived for millenia due to the druids that maintain it. Over time it became a haven for mushrooms, rains are common here even in the height of sun, the druids do controlled burns in places where it is needed to germinate and prevent the entire forest from being consumed. These duties are held by the druids of the sun in the area and the druids of the spore foster the sporulation.
Many races seek enlightenment within. Many leave content some never leave

Within depths of a millennia old eucalyptus forest the floor brown with aged leaves and splashes of light paper bark the sorcerer slug slumps and casts a spell upon itself (protection against salt)
Three nunchaku slugu move 20ft towards you menacing with a hunger only a mushroom could sate.
"all your mushrooms are ours, hand them over and you will be spared"
Q'uaksna, PlumpHelmetMan, scourge728. It is your turn to act.

Our Ambrosia bitter tasting alkaloids never mind the taste.
When one is so good to you and does the world favours you should not care about it's flavours.
Such sweetness and salt you have been spoilt and your parents have forgotten how to raise you. Eat your Mushrooms and be a good child. Go outside and play look at how the wind sways on such beautiful days.
You are alive don't look back mother will always be here waiting for you to come home and she will cook you dinner then you will be tucked into bed and sleep until you are fresh. You are loved.

We are the ones who are destroying it. Do not shift the responsibility onto others when it is ourselves we must look at.