[center][h3][u]Lower Levels[/u][/h3]
[@Tally Dor] as Zarroy, [@Birdboy] as Scri'erk, [@SleepingSilence] as Dylirius, [@Moon Man] as the Spore that Speaks and [@Gentlemanvaultboy] as Yvaine[/center]

Below the uppermost level of the dungeon are cavernous tunnels leading in all directions, full of bioluminescent fungi and other fauna ripe for harvesting, but to those carelessly wandering it would be easy to miss the silvery outline of webbing near one of the tunnels leading down a level that of the webs made by Scri'erk as she lay in wait for her next meal. It seemed lately her meals were mostly the blood of dark elves, not that it wasn't a bad thing of course as at the moment the arachnid was well-fed.

Wandering amongst the fungi was the catlike demon Dylirius, picking a choice mushroom cap here and there unbeknownst to the presence of another, the Spore that Speaks silently tended to the patches of glowing fungus sprouting from the decaying remains of an elf likely another dark elf but it didn't concern it at the very least.

Heavy footsteps shook the caves as a lumbering construct stomped down one of the tunnels, and unfortunately right through a web completely ruining the strands of webbing and sending vibrations to the spider that weaved it. Patrolling the area far more carefully than her brethern had Yvaine the dark elf navigated the winding network of passages with ease before coming upon the remains of a recent camp, unmistakably that of her kind.

She was sure her people were up to something, but what?