A book and many things to do

[Anastasia]

K:Dungeoneering.

[Iron Dragoon]

K:D/Bibliotheca:

Take 10 for 71.

[Anastasia]

A writhing, larval white thing is pulled out. Enough that you manage to yank it free. It squirms wetly, blood dripping from its white body, yet not staining it at all. The man slumps, body torn open and ruined. His blood flows free as a river out of him.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa keeps the thing held in the air and casts a spell on the man.

Heal, Cl24.
+150 hp.

[Anastasia]

Nothing happens.

That's pretty much proof that what happened was instantly fatal to him, or he was in bad enough shape that it was inevitable.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa gets a look of distaste on her face and turns back to the larval thing, inspecting it and trying to figure out what it is.

[Anastasia]

It writhes in the air, perhaps the size of a large ball. You inspect it carefully - it resembles a soul larvae but isn't one, some sort of insect larvae more than anything else. Something twisted and that should not be - a unique aberration, something that should not be. A thing of teeth and claws, of blood and suffering.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow and tries to crush only it's head. Perhaps something of Shar's minions can be learned from it.

[Anastasia]

It is not hard. The thing's head is crushed in a burst of fluids and flesh, the entire thing going still.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa keeps it clear of herself as she puts it in her haversack and moves on to checking the res of the area.

[Anastasia]

It is silent now. None of the other cells have anything of note that you see.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa moves to the next room, expecting another stairway down.

[Anastasia]

Before you is a dead end, an empty torture room with no further path that can be casually seen.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow and walks the room, focusing on her tremorsense.

[Anastasia]

The ground beneath your feet is still, unmoving.