"Right, right makes sense to me."

The stairway leads upward and leads to a corridor that slightly mirrors the passages on the lower level.

OOC: IS everything still moldy and Evil?

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OOC: IS everything still moldy and Evil?

 The floor is still moldy but whether it is evil or not is another thing altogether.

You do notice that there are parts of the wall that look distinctly as if the mold was splashed there.  

"...huh.  Anyone else noticin' that th' Evil Cave Fungus looks different in here?  Kinda looks like somebody splashed it onto th' walls, like they were paintin' a room except real upset when they were doin' it."

Ilyara sees what might be a low thin mound about 15 feet away. 

"...huh.  Lessee what this does.  Brace up folks, I'm seein' another mound a' fungus.  Gonna poke it and see if it's another dead guy or some kinda fungus monster."

That said, Ilyara waits a few beats for her companions to prepare as they see fit, then casts mage hand and sends it over to prod the fungal mound.

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"...huh.  Lessee what this does.  Brace up folks, I'm seein' another mound a' fungus.  Gonna poke it and see if it's another dead guy or some kinda fungus monster."

That said, Ilyara waits a few beats for her companions to prepare as they see fit, then casts mage hand and sends it over to prod the fungal mound.

 There is no reaction from the mound. You see a glint of metal shine from where the hand poked it.

"Hmmm" Tommary says contemplating the walls, "splashed, maybe but I don't know if this is necessarily anger ... hmmm ... maybe these abstract patterns of splatter are more intentional, an abstract expression of something we don't yet understand ... hmmm ... Oh, look! Something shiny!"

Ilyara tunes Tommary out for a moment and uses her TricksyPaw to try and fetch the metal glint, seeing if it's small enough to be pulled free of the muck with ten pounds of force.

It is a wrench about 30 inches long, shiny steel and weighs in at just about 10 lbs.

"...huh.  Hey guys, what'd'ya make a' this thing?  It's right about at my weight limit for TricksyPaw, but given where it is an' what it's covered by, it's held up awfully well for metal.  Don't see a spec a' rust on it."

Ilyara pulls her TricksyPaw back to herself and takes the wrench in (right, nonfukt) hand, examining it more closely for signs of enchantment or other alien functionality.

{Investigation/Arcana (it's the same crappy modifier for both, Ilyara's not too bright sadly): 20}

OCC: Do you dust off the mold first?

OOC: Y'know what?  Nah.  I didn't think of it, and Ilyara's still spooked by her Evil Rot Hand and trying to avoid touching things with it.  Heh.  Con save, I presume?

No rolls needed. You just get the mold on your hand and clothes.

The wrench is a hefty piece of metal, well used.

Elyona comes over and takes a good look at the wrench Ilyara found.  

OOC: nekid 20 in case you want her to roll for anything as she inspects the wrench:  11

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Elyona comes over and takes a good look at the wrench Ilyara found.  

OOC: nekid 20 in case you want her to roll for anything as she inspects the wrench:  13

 Elyona appreciates the quality of workmanship of the shiny wrench.

OOC: Did Elyona wipe the mold off?

OOC: I didn’t realize it was still moldy. E would have not touched it initially if it was still moldy.  However:

”one of us with two good hands—no offense Ilyara—should probably clean this off. I can do so, unless you want to try magicking it clean first, Toots.”

“Sure thing.” Toots will gladly prestidigitate the wrench. “Should we see what else is in that pile?”