[@The Grey Dust]

Passive Perception - 18.


[i]Darkness.[/i]

The blackness crawls on your.

[i]Flesh?[/i]

The left portion of your appendicular skeleton is engrossed in a spongy biological composition, organized and coordinated as you supinate and pronate the forearm first before flexing your leg, for further inspection, under the circumferential cold, smoky veil.  Auditory processing detects exactly four roller pumps, equally spaced below your head of bed and feet. Your slab is in a slight Trendelenburg position by approximately 28 degrees.   As you place your right elbow onto the preeminent necrotic pedestal, you sense that it is hollow beneath. 

Forsaking your pall, the fabric façade flutters below as your cybernetically enhanced retinae, instantly consume the room. 

Half-elf with a vise grip on a paranormal long sword.  A towering Goliath embellishing a teethy arc from ear to ear. A gnome beneath a work bench with the blankets stirring on two other blanche slabs. Lastly, a trembling but flapping Pixie, withdrawn far into a corner, cemented in a defensive stance.