Upon further investigation, Michael, you find that the four-legged body belongs to a young man. His features are unrecognizable, bloated and torn apart. Not only does he look like he's in a state of advanced decay, it appears he has been half-eaten, and you see whitish forms wriggling beneath his skin.
With a wet pop
, you are suddenly greeted by the owner of such a form: a maggot the size of a large housecat. With little slits for eyes, it stares at you, leaning forward to sniff; its body extends and stretches out like a worm. Several other of the maggots also pop out, each stretching towards you with the same sniffing motion. A horrible stench follows,
enough to make one retch
|Roll Resolve + Composure not to vomit |
The maggot closest to Michael opens its mouth. It reveals a round, gaping maw with four sharp fangs for incisors
. It gives a little hiss at you, followed by the other maggots doing the same. Then —
The screech is like nails on a chalkboard, mixed with shrieking breaks and a thousand, rusting hinges. The front of the body explodes
in a shower of gore, a stream of pen-sized maggots rising up. Like water from a hose, they crash onto you, Michael, covered in slime and an even worse stink then before. The sheer force of their impact threatens to
topple you over
|Roll Dexterity + Athletics to not to fall to the ground |
The next time you blink, you feel a sudden whoosh of air, light like a feather across your face. When you look again, you are no longer close to the great tree — it is several dozen yards away. There is no sign of how it was moved — not a dragging trail in the ground, not an open hole, nothing.