>>5545882>Rolled 17 (1d20)>Use the THURIBLE WAND like a flail to smash these myconids.Your thurible’s censer finds purchase into fungal flesh as you swing your new flail into the side of a monster’s head. The wand sings with a harmonious ring as the mushroom goes tumbling back into the wall, slumping up against it. You begin swinging the flail, again and again, cutting a path through the mushrooms as the wild woman goes about splitting the shrooms in twain.
In just a moment’s time, you’ve a julienne of myconids all about your feet. You begin to surreptitiously scoop some into your frock, but..
“What are you doing?” Your master catches sight of your scrabbling about the ground with a glare. “I am not eating a myconid. We have enough rations to last us a week and a half with enough left over for desert. And they eat humans. Drop them.”
You drop them with a sad sigh. You instead turn your attention back to the room–now free of monsters, it’s largely just as dull as the antechamber.
The angled wall might’ve once featured an etched mural, but the years have eaten the details past recognition and now it looks like a handful of knicks and gouges. The patch of vegetation at the base of the wall–.. actually, on closer inspection, without the mushrooms, the lump is a CORPSE. A mangle of flesh and plate armor, a sword at its side. You’d guess that was the mushroom’s meal.
>Attempt to make out the mural. You’ve always been one for old art.>Examine the corpse in closer detail. Maybe your master can channel it.>Continue to the next room. You’ve done enough here.>Move to the room prior and return to the corridor.>Write-In. 