The chamber was completely covered in little mushrooms. Floor, walls, ceiling, even the stalactites and stalagmites. Little purple mushrooms that glimmered wetly in Feris’ magelite.
“It smells… sweet in here.” Feris’ eyebrows knit in consideration.
“Ok, cover your faces everyone. At least there’s something of a path winding through the room. Try not to disturb any if you can. Nimble, you go first?” Rathgar asked.
“Yeah…” Nimble replied as he wrapped a cloth over his nose and mouth. After he hitched up his cloak, Nimble made his way along the path. About halfway across the cavern he turned and shrugged. Feris, Alianora, and Rathgar followed.
When Nimble reached the far end of the cavern, and began ascending toward the mouth on the far end, a trio of mycanoids covered in the smaller purple shrooms bounded up and knocked nimble back. His feet stumbled into the mass of mushrooms covering the floor, and they clung to his boots, caking up upon one another, and in 2 steps he was so encumbered by the growths that he lost his footing and fell to the ground, the mushrooms breaking his fall, but clinging to every part of him that reached the ground.