There’s only one exit left: through the monster. The party—joined by Alice—plunges into a pulsing, bio-organic corridor where walls twitch like muscle and the question “Is she real?” lingers in the air. A sudden collapse becomes a slick chute toward nothingness; the company advances into trials of a reeking, vaulted chamber of chitin and decay. From the depths, the chef’s voice echoes—muttering, praying for Mother. As their footsteps draw near, the creature turns and bares its fangs. The confrontation with the roach-centipede nightmare begins.
***
DM NOTE: Yes I know mold earth cannot do that per the rules... This mistake will NOT happen again.
Content note: strong language, violence, body horror.
Editor's Brady B., Luke C., and Jake M.