A big one. Very juicy rat. Maybe she works as a stripper to feed her three children after her husband abandoned them for a horrible purple man. But it's okay, because she found love again in the arms of a revolutionary rat with a cute flower accessory.
Anyway, the rat walked over Taair's foot and now squeaks adorably at him while holding something in its mouth. But he's moving forward, so goodbye rat.
This is not the only rat they'll see. There are many, many more of them as they move forward. Cockroaches, too. The occasional drop of water lands on their shoulders as they traverse the tunnels, the droplets coming from a series of pipes and sealed openings on the ceiling. As they progress, they will find that the tunnel grows narrow enough that they are forced to march forward one at a time. None of that standing side-by-side shit here.
Eventually, they will come across other things.
Skeletons. Distinctly human. Adult sized cadavers curled protectively around decidedly child sized remains. Some even about the size of a newborn. There are enough of them littering the ground that stepping on some of the bones is, unfortunately, inevitable. A spider about the size of Hawke's fist crawls out of one of the skulls, through the eyehole, and stares up at the gang with its many, many eyes.
They still can't see the end of the tunnel. Keep going.]
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a rat!
A big one. Very juicy rat. Maybe she works as a stripper to feed her three children after her husband abandoned them for a horrible purple man. But it's okay, because she found love again in the arms of a revolutionary rat with a cute flower accessory.
Anyway, the rat walked over Taair's foot and now squeaks adorably at him while holding something in its mouth. But he's moving forward, so goodbye rat.
This is not the only rat they'll see. There are many, many more of them as they move forward. Cockroaches, too. The occasional drop of water lands on their shoulders as they traverse the tunnels, the droplets coming from a series of pipes and sealed openings on the ceiling. As they progress, they will find that the tunnel grows narrow enough that they are forced to march forward one at a time. None of that standing side-by-side shit here.
Eventually, they will come across other things.
Skeletons. Distinctly human. Adult sized cadavers curled protectively around decidedly child sized remains. Some even about the size of a newborn. There are enough of them littering the ground that stepping on some of the bones is, unfortunately, inevitable. A spider about the size of Hawke's fist crawls out of one of the skulls, through the eyehole, and stares up at the gang with its many, many eyes.
They still can't see the end of the tunnel. Keep going.]