"You bat away sticky drippings dangling from the ceiling as you duck into a new passage. A moist haze keeps your torchlight from revealing much, so you don’t see the downward slope ahead of you until your hoof slips on the mucky floor. You are suddenly speeding down a slick, gooey slide into darkness, gaining momentum as the dungeon whips past you.

Your party must make a Cunning check to scramble for purchase in the slime."

Submitted By Princejackdaw for Campaign - Hard
Submitted: 2 months ago ・ Last Updated: 2 months ago