Myconid

It is a small thing that does it. A traveller crosses a damp hollow on the day the myconids are breeding, and the air is gold with their spores, and he breathes. He coughs a little that night. By the time he thinks to see a healer, the healer can only tell him what is growing in his lungs, and what he will become.

The change is slow, and has no pain in it. The skin pales and thickens. Sunlight grows tiresome, and rain pleasant. There comes a morning when the old name seems to belong to somebody else. And poison becomes a friend: the myconid knows each venom by its smell, and what he strikes in anger sickens. Chests seem to keep their little bottles for him.

Details

• +10% magical complexity. +50% poison resistance.
• Spells and weapons deal poison damage. The toxicology skill comes of itself, and a mage is named 'defiler'.
• Finds more bottles of poison in chests.
• Race category: plant.