Meanwhile Myria...

Myria edged her way down the passage, her eyes finally used to the dark. She heard the occasional pat-pat of water droplets, and the ever increasing tone of Toads croaking. Nevertheless, she pushed on and came upon a lonely sentry, watching another branching of the passageway.

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She crept up silently and planted her dagger through its neck, towards where she presumed its vocal cords were. She was right and the creature slid silently, and frothing at the mouth to the floor, as her hand was drenched in the slimy blood oozing from the creatures neck. She took a moment to wipe her hand clean and glanced inside the new passageway.

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There were small patches of luminescent moss, scattered throughout the opening with a few thin, slimy trails extending into the mouth of the passage. Before she set off, she studied the fallen toad, examining the length of its claws and taking a moment to extend its tongue, so she knew the range of its attack. A good, 1,5 meters she judged, though it could be 2 if launched with sufficient ****.

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Satisfied she set off down the new passage, cautious, yet admiring the formations of glowing moss, extending in spirals. The slime on the floor was more noticeable too, with some strange vines extending further into the cave. As the amount of vines and slime grew, she began to fear she had taken a wrong turn. She was about to go back, when a strange rock formation caught her eye. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be a Toad, covered in the vines, with a large pool of slime surrounding it. A drop of slime on her shoulder caused her to look up, to find three or more toads attached to the ceiling by the vines.

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Stifling a scream she pivoted and began to run back, not noticing a white vine tightening in front of her shin, causing her to her fall in a heap, her head connecting with the rock.

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Dazed she rolled over and look back, to see an odd white vine extending well over two meters vertically, before shooting forward like a whip towards her face. Before she could scream, the vine or tendril shot into her mouth, ballooning to make her cheeks swell, whereas the rest of the vine looped tightly around her neck.

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In a blind panic, she grabbed a dagger and swiped at this thing holding her, while fighting to breathe through her nose. The vine yanked her deeper into the cave, throwing her aim off and causing her balde to miss completely.

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As she struggled to find a hand or foothold on the slimy floor, two more vines shot towards her, binding her struggling arms, and lifting her off the floor. With renewed intensity the vines yanked her deeper and deeper into the cave, as she began to taste an odd, sweet sensation coming forth from the intruder in her mouth.

Her eyes went wide as she rounded a corner into a cavern where the vines had lead her.