Barbed Mycelia
In older, darker and less explored places, the roots have been present for so long and have collected so many souls that bones and exoskeletons of cave beasts and the unlucky can be seen amongst the thick netting and imparting an odd and unworldly shape to the mass. Dwarven tunnel expansion can often break into the lower levels of a crevasse and the underside of the deathtraps can be seen from below. Usually with piles of carrion, refuse and remains littering the floor. To make matters worse, when approaching a section of tunnel where barbed mycelia has been allowed to take hold, a low and unnerving scraping can occasionally be heard reverberating between the walls; Barbs regularly snag against raw jutting rock and hewn stone and as the webbing grows, the barbs release and audibly scrape against the surface. One approach that the dwarves have employed to handle the problem is by utilising flame belchers to burn the web away. Although the process is still slow and arduous due to needing to channel away the bellowing smoke and fumes between each batch of burning.
The fruiting bodies of these breeds of fungi that have developed this method of self preservation are usually considered quite delicious to the races that walk on the surface. From their perspective, they see a vibrant crimson cap atop a daintily thin stalk and barely stop to think about what happens in the depths below them.
This is a submission for my second Summer Camp - I hope you enjoy the world I am building!
sounds like nature's way of saying, "Get off my lawn." You think you're just taking a stroll, and suddenly you're caught in a fungal bear trap. I bet some genius tried to harvest it, thinking they could make a fortune, and now they're part of the underground decor. It's like the forest decided to grow its own security system, complete with spikes and a bad attitude. Love it.
Life underground is treacherous and one wrong turn in the darkness is all it takes!