In Memory Of The Fallen:
There are half a dozen skeletons stripped of their tender meat, all resting against the walls. What’s left of the fallen adventurers’ clothing and gear is scattered throughout the poorly lit room, obviously proving to be useless against their foe. The bones and equipment have been savagely gnawed on by thousands of tiny pairs of ravenous teeth. In the far corner, there is a dark hole, not quite wide enough for a man to squeeze through, and you feel the need to take a closer look, wondering if this is some kind of den for whatever it was that slew these adventurers. You cautiously step over the fallen, careful not to disturb their fragile bones, and move closer to the black hole. Suddenly, you hear a strange noise, like the vibration of many insect wings. The stale air around you hums and buzzes, giving you chills of fear. Something is coming from that hole, a lot of somethings! The space erupts with hundreds of huge insects, the hissing they make as they sense you is deafening! Their oily shells scrape against each other making a harsh noise in their frenzied haste to get at you.



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