A tangle of glossy black centipedes pours over stone, bodies clacking and flexing in tight waves. Segments shine like wet armor; legs tick in frantic unison. They surge into cracks, spill back out, and rise together into a writhing mound that bites, stings, and never stops moving.
Disgusting Fey who delight in warping flesh and spreading sickness can gather into squirming masses of centipedes known as skitterswarms. These swarms lurk in places where foulness accumulates and often serve centipede hags.
Skitterswarms can’t resist dead bodies and are drawn to the corpses of Humanoids.
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