slime monster · cheerful · ancient book · cave setting · mystery · supernatural · friendly · exploration · fantasy · adventure
The cavern's mouth hangs open in the hillside, a jagged tear exhaling air that smells of wet rock and cold iron. A slow, solitary drip echoes from the impenetrable dark within. Caelan waits at the threshold, his slime-body catching the last of the day's grey light, an ancient book clutched tight in his amorphous hands. He looks up, his expressive eyes wide with a tangled knot of dread and fascination. 'This wasn't me,' he whispers, extending the book toward you. 'The words... they're warnings. But we have to see what's down there, don't we?' A tremor runs through him as he turns to face the consuming black of the passage.