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Deep red cap dotted with flaking white spots the shape of drying paint, set over a short cream-colored stalk and the faintest ring of skirt below the gills. Raw, the smell is earthy and wrong enough that most people put it down again without being told.
Entry
Left too long, it spoils into Rotten Food.
Mechanics
Crafting, equipment, and effects declared on this entry.
Chronicle
Pushes up under birch and pine on cool wet mornings, reliable as a calendar once the season has turned. The cap is outright poisonous at any worthwhile dose, but the apothecaries have learned to extract a narrow range of alkaloids from the trimmed skin, and the dyers have learned to extract a hard-earned red that nobody else can match. Children in the forest villages grow up with two rules about the mushroom, and the one their grandmothers repeat loudest is: do not touch it before breakfast.