Banio and Lambert scramble back from the wall as the now nerveless abomination comes tumbling after them, seeming to slither the rest of the way out of its dark hiding place. The trio sees that the quarrel-slain thing is
much bigger than it first appeared, and that it has not four limbs but perhaps six or even eight — it’s difficult to tell as it falls into a gray, disintegrating slop on the stone floor. Bubbling and liquifying, the spider-wraith decomposes in front of them, leaving behind an oily stain, bits of bone and a mound of pale, thin, writhing grave-worms.
And this is when both Phelbt and Wolke realize those same worms currently crawl though their hair, on their skin, in their garments.
OOC:
Please check your Luck, you two, to see if you’ve become worm-ridden and infested. You can both choose to fail of course, and not debit your luck score. Various actions to get rid of the worms might yield a bonus… Perhaps pitch those ideas in the Discord before rolling?