CORPUS DUNGEON

A bang echoes in the distance. A creature is screeching in the distance and is suddenly silenced. A crumbling statue gives the impression of a half-eaten figure. A long ankle bone is centered in what appears to be a pair of broken manacles. A low chuckle is suddenly silenced. A low growl resonates through the halls. A metallic rattle and scrape followed by a loud clang, perhaps from a metal door or portcullis. A moment of silence is broken by a crunching sound somewhere nearby, followed by the croaking of something unknown. A moment of silence is broken by the dull squeal of rusty hinges. A patch of dampness gives rise to the musty odor of mildew. A patch of stonework in here has decayed and crumbled, leaving fragments scattered on the floor. A pile of filthy straw in one corner might function as a sort of crude bedding. A rank odor of stale urine in the air is unearthed by your own steps. A sharp, clear, tapping sound is suddenly silenced. A sharp, clear, tapping sound is suddenly silenced. A sharp, clear, tapping sound jolts down the hall. A sharp, clear, tapping sound jolts down the hall. A sort of nest has been formed out of moldering cushions, ragged blankets, and other discarded bedding. A speckled discoloration on the floor appears to be long-dried blood. A thick layer of dust coats everything with a pale fuzz. A vertical carpet of moss and small fungus has completely overrun this wall. A yellowed and gnawed remains of an animal is unearthed on a nearby wall. All that remains of a pair of broken manacles is a charred crescent of metal. Although you cannot tell if its shape is by accident or design, an irregular stone in the wall catches your eye. An overwhelming odor of decaying dung and waste travels across your senses. An unexpected breeze brings with it animal musk and a terrible hint of urine. As you approach, you hear the sounds of many small vermin scurrying out of your way. Broad shelves of slimy fungus sprout from the walls, as if from the trunk of a tree. Did you just hear the sound of whispering voices, or was it only the air moving strangely down here? Suddenly, your ears are filled with a jumble of strange whispers, which fade just as quickly. Etched into the stonework is a series of crude carvings that cover the walls, some even spreading onto the floor. Even the smallest sound echoes off the chamber walls, magnified tenfold and shouted down each passage. From a small pile in the corner emanates the pungent stench of dung. On top of a decayed pedestal is a crumbling statue. On top of a timeworn table is a well-crafted alabaster bowl. Piles of pale stone dust lay slumped in the corners. Small, brittle fragments of bone, crunch underfoot. Some great creature, or perhaps from the grind of stone on stone. Someone has been cooking food nearby. Someone has scattered the ashes of a small fire, and the odor of smoke that clings to the walls. Someone or something has scattered the curved fragments of alabaster beneath the far wall. Someone or something has scattered the remnants of an ancient hand-carved vase. Somewhere nearby, the bleating of an animal. Somewhere nearby, water is slowly dripping onto stone. Somewhere nearby, you hear the sound of rapping on the wall. Suddenly, your ears are filled with a painful and loud sound in the hall. Suddenly, your ears are filled with an otherworldly sound whispering in the air. Suddenly, your ears are filled with the faint sound of chimes in the distance. Suddenly, your ears are filled with the faint sound of music. The air hangs redolent with the charged odor of previous magic. The air in here is stuffy and stale from over-use and poor ventilation. The air in here reeks of staleness, of countless living things using it up with no promise of being refreshed. The air is warm and stuffy like a busy kitchen in the winter. The clammy, humid air, is heavy with the funk of mildew and spores. The crimson smear of fresh blood on the floor speaks of some recent violent act. The drone of machinery behind a wall echoes around the chamber. The faint acrid odor of some oil or perfume travels past you and hangs in the air. The faint grind of machinery echoes behind a wall. The faint sound of machinery echoes behind a wall. The faint sound of music is suddenly silenced. The faint sound of screaming echoes down the hall. The flickering and wan light of a torch is venturing nervously from behind a nearby corner. The floor here is an irregular and rough surface, as if the earth beneath has tried to shrug it off itself. The hoot of an owl is magnified by the chamber walls. The jangle of keys followed by the dull squeal of rusty hinges. The low moans of hinges howl followed by a pop and grinding of metal on stone. The odor of burnt meat and grease travels past your senses and hangs thick in the air. The odor of stale air travels past your nostrils and tastes bitter as it rolls across your palate. The odor of sweat is unpleasant. The pungent odor of decomposition travels from the apothecary. The pungent odor travels from the jars unsealed by the hands of time. The screeching of an unknown something echoes around you. The sickly-sweet odor of gently rotting petals travels past your nostrils and creates a potpourri that disturbs you. The silence is deafening. The slight odor of cooking food travels past your nostrils for a brief instant. The sound of bells echoes behind a wall. The sound of knocking is somewhere nearby. The sound of rushing air brings with it a slight odor of rotting food. The sound of singing echoes somewhere nearby. The sputtering and lurching flame of a torch casts dancing shadows around the chamber. The stonework in here settles with a quiet rumble, and a stream of dust hisses onto the floor. The strips of dull fabric hanging from the wall are decayed but may have been bright tapestries . The sudden blare of horns echoes around the chamber walls, and somewhere in the distance you can hear the clashing of metal on metal. The thick, acrid odor of stale sweat and musk is overpowering and threatens to make you be nauseated. The torch is set high on the wall. The unexpected odor of sweet flower petals travels past your nostrils. The air in here is thick with a greasy, choking smoke that bothers your eyes and disturbs your throat. There's an odd odor in the air, which can only be described by you as the aftertaste of magic. There are intricate geometrical carvings that cover the floor, some even spreading onto the walls, and the ceiling. This place is as silent as a grave, apart from your own movements around it. This place reeks of oil, the thick fumes quickly making you feel light-headed. Water is dripping somewhere in the hall nearby. You can hear the sound of chortling in the corner that is silenced by the sudden scraping across the floor. You can just make out the sound of running water trickling over the rock, if you listen closely. You can still make out the beautiful scenes in these faded and moth-eaten ancient tapestries. You detect the pungent odor of decomposed fruit. You discover the gnawed and yellowed remains of an explorer. You don’t hear anything. You feel a palpable rumble vibrate through the chamber, followed by the clatter of falling pebbles. You hear a faint sound of drums in the air. You hear a faint sound that could be a growling creature, or something scraping across the floor. You hear a faint sound that could be a growling creature, or something scraping across the floor. You hear a high pitched whine in the chamber nearby. You hear a howl in the distance. You hear a steady whacking of machinery somwehere nearby. You hear a sudden sound in the distance, but it may only be the echo of your own movements. You hear a sudden sound in the distance, but realize it is only the echo of your own movements. You hear absolutely nothing even if you hold your breath and strain to listen, . You hear birds chirping somewhere. You hear running somewhere nearby. You hear something rustling behind you as a pungent odor of decaying dung and waste travels across your senses. You hear something slamming, perhaps from a metal door or machinery. You hear the braying of an animal. You hear the bustling of people in the hall nearby. You hear the gurgle of water on the floor. You hear the plop of water dripping onto the stone floor. You hear the quiet rumble of machinery behind pale fragments of ancient ragged tapestries. You hear the rattle and clink of chains on stone. You hear the rattle of chains on the floor. You hear the ring of metal on metal; is it a bell, a gong, or simply an old pot? Crystal-clear, the single peal of a ringing bell resonates through the labyrinth. You hear the roar of an unknown something or perhaps an animal. You hear the scrabbling sound of something small scurrying into a hole in the wall. You hear the scrabbling sound of something small scurrying into a hole in the wall. You hear the scrabbling sound of something small scurrying into a hole in the wall. You hear the snarling of an unknown creature. You hear the sound of battle in the distance. You hear the sound of breaking glass followed by an explosion. You hear the sound of cicadas somewhere in the air. You hear the sound of moaning behind machinery. You hear the sound of sizzling and the odor of burnt meat somewhere nearby. You hear the sound of stomping in the distance. You hear voices in the distance. You think you can hear the faint sound of stone tapping on stone. You think you can hear the sound of animals nearby.