You brush your way past the fog with your weapon drawn. As you descend you hear a horrifying scream that sounds like a man being quartered. The piercing sound of a screaming animal follows, like hot iron on cold water, it chills you to your core.

You descend further, climbing down through the rocks. But you can only see but an arm's length away from you, and the smell is making you sick.

Something grabs your leg!

MAKE ROLL OF SKILL

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