Sporemageddon

We were six rooms deep into the Sixth floor when we started to run out of supplies.

Fortunately, I had planned for that.

The sixth floor wasn’t as well documented as all of the previous ones, and for decent, economical reasons. This floor was a cavern. Dirt floors with the occasional slab of rock and walls made of protruding, uneven stone. The light down here mostly came from familiar glowing moss, bunched up and squeezed into humid corners and providing just enough bioluminescence to see by.

Down here, the main money-making items were the skins of the local monsters, as well as some patches of soil rich in certain metals. Mostly copper and tin, again.

Basically, there was nothing valuable enough on this floor to make sending delvers to it financially worthwhile.

Sure, as I walked I could see veins of rich copper along the walls, copper so visible and open that I could reach out and pluck some of the greenish metal right off the wall with my bare hands, but there was copper on the fourth floor as well, which was less of a trek.

The main threats were also pains in the ass to deal with.

Burrowing worms were ten-pace long worms, with bodies about as thick around as my forearm was long. They had no eyes that I could see, and a disgusting slug-like mouth. They secreted a constant flow of slimy goop which did have some uses as a magically-potent adhesive, but otherwise there was nothing in their bodies worth hunting them for.

They were extremely susceptible to hallucinogens. Less-so to the lung-destroying portions of my spore bombs, however.