Page from the Explorers of the Ways Below

I (Willow) recovered this page from a journey log from a group of explorers of different Realms that decided to take upon themselves to explore the lower under parts of this world this is what is written within.

Day  37

Same passageway as yesterday. we haven’t seen much other than mold and darkness. Ten Ox Fang notes an acidic tang on the air. I can only assume we are thousands of feet underground. I am starting to think that either we are smarter than I thought or this Lord of the Worms is just another drunk ghost story. Niavati is getting restless. There aren’t even hungry dead here. Theres nothing here but stale air (The writing at this point become frantic and all done at high speed)

I was Wrong!

I can’t believe what I am seeing!

I oh Portmund was eaten

oh save us  skin and acid

There is none so

Vile