Pdf - The Truly Horrid Umber Hulk

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CR 14 Encounter

The tunnels grow unnaturally quiet.

No dripping water. No distant echoes. Only the occasional rumble of shifting stone somewhere in the darkness ahead. The walls bear deep claw marks, and broken dwarven tools lie half-buried beneath layers of dust. Here and there, ancient helmets and shattered bones protrude from collapsed passages, silent reminders of those who ventured too deep.

The mountain feels... alive.

Then the ground trembles beneath your feet.

Something enormous is moving through solid rock, and it is coming straight for you.