Yshvold held the back as the two filed in and found himself coming face to face with Aurin's aether aura. There was little choice in what he could do but wished to get moving as fast as possible to avoid the natural dangers of these caverns.
After watching him reach it out on command he could tell it it was purposeful and the man didn't mean to put him on edge with it, on the other it was still up. Grimacing at the thought of being touched by it, Yshvold squeezed past him, letting the threads touch him, as they entered a chamber that was a fair bit more spacious. It was clear that this part used to be some sort of nest but sprayed blood, gored meat, and droppings told a tale of a one sided slaughter.
"Rats lived here, and up ahead..." Yshvold voiced his thoughts out loud for the others to hear and looked down the corridor Aurin had been investigating. He could see nothing yet but using the knowledge he had for the upper parts gave him an idea of what dangers to look for in plain sight.
First Yshvold crouched down, almost belly to floor, to look around for any tracks or signs of other animals. Then slowly he brushed his hands against the walls on both sides and moved forward at a snails pace. Just as he thought the danger might be gone, or fake, a small piece of wall crumbled and he jumped away.
Sure enough there were small, drilled out, holes in a wall nearby and if Aurin was saying there was something strange up ahead then he knew they were occupied. If he had live bait then a distraction would be more assured, but for now he would have to make due with the bloodied meat left behind by the messy predator.
"I did not know they go this deep." Yshvold moved past the group and picked up the bits and pieces around the room. A bloody mess covered his cloak with the red of blood and stench of freshly flayed meat.
As the boy worked the beast had returned, possibly for the scraps it left behind, and stormed through the tunnel towards them. It seemed to be unstoppable until it came to where Yshvold had stopped and grabbed its fleshy hands into the ground and walls to force a stop.
This close showed the grotesque visage of this abomination. Claws at the end of of meaty fingers scratched both sides of the walls as it gargled a territorial war cry against the three intruders, its sickly green skin, covered in gills around its neck and fleshy colored flaps twitched with agitation as something seemed to force it to stay at bay. It met Aurin eye to eye and continued its otherworldly screams at it as it inched forward and back and striking the walls.
"Can you kill it? I need to do this if we are to pass the other thing." Yshvold didn't seemed to concerned after seeing it stop so suddenly and returned to cutting up the pieces, as if to gloat at the beast screaming at them for simply being there.
After watching him reach it out on command he could tell it it was purposeful and the man didn't mean to put him on edge with it, on the other it was still up. Grimacing at the thought of being touched by it, Yshvold squeezed past him, letting the threads touch him, as they entered a chamber that was a fair bit more spacious. It was clear that this part used to be some sort of nest but sprayed blood, gored meat, and droppings told a tale of a one sided slaughter.
"Rats lived here, and up ahead..." Yshvold voiced his thoughts out loud for the others to hear and looked down the corridor Aurin had been investigating. He could see nothing yet but using the knowledge he had for the upper parts gave him an idea of what dangers to look for in plain sight.
First Yshvold crouched down, almost belly to floor, to look around for any tracks or signs of other animals. Then slowly he brushed his hands against the walls on both sides and moved forward at a snails pace. Just as he thought the danger might be gone, or fake, a small piece of wall crumbled and he jumped away.
Sure enough there were small, drilled out, holes in a wall nearby and if Aurin was saying there was something strange up ahead then he knew they were occupied. If he had live bait then a distraction would be more assured, but for now he would have to make due with the bloodied meat left behind by the messy predator.
"I did not know they go this deep." Yshvold moved past the group and picked up the bits and pieces around the room. A bloody mess covered his cloak with the red of blood and stench of freshly flayed meat.
As the boy worked the beast had returned, possibly for the scraps it left behind, and stormed through the tunnel towards them. It seemed to be unstoppable until it came to where Yshvold had stopped and grabbed its fleshy hands into the ground and walls to force a stop.
This close showed the grotesque visage of this abomination. Claws at the end of of meaty fingers scratched both sides of the walls as it gargled a territorial war cry against the three intruders, its sickly green skin, covered in gills around its neck and fleshy colored flaps twitched with agitation as something seemed to force it to stay at bay. It met Aurin eye to eye and continued its otherworldly screams at it as it inched forward and back and striking the walls.
"Can you kill it? I need to do this if we are to pass the other thing." Yshvold didn't seemed to concerned after seeing it stop so suddenly and returned to cutting up the pieces, as if to gloat at the beast screaming at them for simply being there.