Sporemageddon

It was time.

Well, it had been time yesterday, and a bit this morning, and it was time now as well. Generally speaking, ‘the time’ was a wide band and... and I was probably overthinking things because I was a little excited.

I arrived at the farm early in the morning, Sir Nibbles by my side. Today was the day that I was going to harvest all of the new cultivated mushrooms. The surviving ones, at least. My [Druid Sight] had been pretty helpful in telling me when things were coming close to being harvestable, and it seemed like most of the strains I’d managed to keep going until they sprouted a mushroom were going to be done today.

Sliding the door open, I let the panbadger in, then walked after him, closing and locking the door behind me.

It was hard not to rush to the shelves with the new strains and instead go through the usual morning routine of checking water levels and soil humidity and shifting a few rotting logs around. Still, it had to be done.

A lot of mushroom farming, like normal farming, was about sitting back and waiting, but there was still some stuff that needed daily tending.

Once that was done, however, I rushed to the racks.

I’d started with five new mushrooms. These, I combined with specimens that I’d had to grow fresh of existing and known mushroom variants. Tricky, but not all that hard. The [Mushroom Remaker] sub-skill from [Mushroom Magic] let me regrow anything that I’d grown before, so I basically had a massive library of potential shrooms to work with.

Obviously, the skill was mana-hungry like no other, but I used it here and there anyway. It was a good way to level it.