07-07-2021, 06:01 AM
The party begins walking along a path that you suspect to be a large wrinkle or vein of whatever wretched fluid keeps this mass of flesh alive. As you travel, reeking pools of bile, acids, and viscera ooze from pores that dot the fleshy landscape around you. Gnarled, twisted, poles, as well as patches of thick briars randomly grow out of the flesh, here and there until you spot a 'forest' of the strange growths so closely packed that movement will be hampered if you travel through it.
"The last time I was here, it wasn't so thick," the old woman says. "I'm not sure if we could go around it because it might grow right to the walls of the cavern on either side."
Simon cringes and says, "That does not look at all hygienic!"
"The last time I was here, it wasn't so thick," the old woman says. "I'm not sure if we could go around it because it might grow right to the walls of the cavern on either side."
Simon cringes and says, "That does not look at all hygienic!"
