The Prison- Basement 1

Sivi's eyes find no sign of traps north, south, east, or west of the party's current position. The hallway seems to be safe. The doors off the hallway are not stone but solid metal, imposing and strong enough to resist attempts to break them down. Each one has a recessed slot obviously meant for a key stone with the same color stone waiting to receive the key. Gashur, on the other hand, discovers something more dire. Walking down the hallway a distance, he gets a better look at the hole. There is a stone plaque on the far wall with some words written in dwarvish (anyone who knows the language can identify an archaic script for "garbage chute"). The hole is made from the same red stone as the dungeon, and it plunges down into untold darkness beyond Gashur's senses, plunging down into the abyss. A light puff of acrid air meets his face, and as he leans in farther he can see that the walls of the hole are moving. It takes the half-orc a few seconds the identify the reason, but he comes to the slightly horrific realization that the entire chute is coated with a massive grey ooze- a liquid monster that eats flesh and metal equally easy. The creature seems to have not noticed you yet, but it is languidly flowing up the pipe, presumably towards some sign of heat or sound that it can sense from the party. He estimates that it will come up out of the hole in ten seconds or so, moving at a rate of twenty feet every six seconds or so.

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Gashur rolled a nonnatural 20 on his knowledge dungeoneering roll, so he knows most of this.