Cur can't get the smell from his nose. (
One minor step penalty to Awareness and Coordination rolls while you are inside the Keep.)
Withered corpses, impaled on great timber posts bolted to the walls, punctuate the halls and corridors. The corpses bear the marks of torture and mutilation. Some corpses are recognizable to the Xhotatse guides as lost beloved kinfolk, while others bear the telltale elongated skulls of the lowly Tangani.
There are even a few widely-smiling Mekutu corpses on display, victims of their sadistic ruler’s cruel, mercurial moods.One body, not long dead, bears curious small bite marks all over its body. Partly healed, they look as if some-thing repeatedly chewed on the victim while still alive. Whatever creature ate the victim, it has a mouth similar to, but much smaller than, the crawlers down in the caves.
Grisly furnishings — divans upholstered in strange cured hides, glass cabinets of long-mummified heads, great stuffed crawlers arranged in lifelike rearing poses — litter the passageways, chambers, and cells of the Jade Keep, lending the entire structure a gruesome, horrific air.
By the number of long unused sleeping quarters and cells in the keep, that the number of the Mekutu have dwindled from what they once were.