"Damn this place stinks!" Logan complained before spitting on the ground. "This vile stench reminds me of meat left to rot."
"Don't complain... You don't see Nerim or Zahir complaining."
Asmodeus enjoyed the complaints of the old dwarf, but hated the dwarf reminding him after it forced him to block off his sense of smell. Though he wasn't exaggerating, a strong sour scent that stung his nose, a nasty rotting scent like meat and dairy left in the sun for a month, and a subtle sweet scent that only deepened the foul odour.
'I can almost taste it with each breath.'
The mountains looked fine from below, but once the party reached the summit, pools of black ichor spread across the entire mountain range, leaking from the dungeon. Normally, the portal splits the inside of a dungeon from the outside.
However, as he observed, somehow the foul energy from the abyss and strange black goo caused cracks in both the dungeon walls and the barrier created around them.
"..."
