The twisted figures shambled closer, their unnatural movements punctuated by the wet squelch of fungal growth shifting over decayed flesh. Their hollow, glowing eyes fixed on Faramos and Brenda. A guttural hiss escaped from one of the creatures as it dragged its clawed hand along the stone wall, leaving behind a trail of dark purplish spores.
Thragg grumbled but obeyed, shoving bunks aside with heavy, careless motions, the wood hitting the stone floor. Then, they retreated further into the chamber, in a deliberate but unhurried stance, as though they had no concern about the encroaching abominations. When there was plenty of room for you in the barracks, Graknok leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his green eyes studying the creatures.
"They won’t touch us or our things," he said, his voice calm and almost amused. "But you’d better keep them away from you, dwarf."
Rolls
Korena - Shoot (longbow, short range, 1 dmg) - (4d6, 1d6, 2d6)
4d6 : (3 ⬜5 ⬜5 ⬜4 ⬜) = 17
1d6 : (2 ⬜) = 2
2d6 : (6 ⚔️3 ⬜) = 9