[satanworship] Re: Losing the plot. WAS [Re: Re: descent into the depths, yet again]

  • From: Edward Marsden-Jones <eddiemarsdenjones@xxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 21:29:09 +0400

Sounds to me like stamping on bugs might help. Arfa will go after a couple with 
his size 10 steel toe caps. 




> On 2 Sep 2014, at 21:25, Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
> 
> :-)
> 
> all hail the mighty Stan!
> 
> ok so... tl;dr... Humph took some dark root beer up to the grogge shoppe, and 
> was imprisoned when someone sensed chaos on it. the party went up there to 
> argue his case, and mostly succeeded thanks to their Mapmaking skills. the 
> deal with the trolls is that they will release him on receipt of quality 
> information as to the fate of two trolls who were accompanying Hadarim the 
> Lhankor Mhy priest from Crabtown back to Alone.
> 
> (Hadarim was originally imprisoned with you when SW started, and mysteriously 
> died shortly thereafter in the tunnel before the fight with Karvik.)
> 
> ring any bells? thought not.
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
> 
>> On Tue, Sep 2, 2014 at 10:19 AM, Pete <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>> Stanworship
>> 
>> :)
>> 
>> From: Roger Nolan <rog@xxxxxxxxxx>
>> To: satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx 
>> Sent: 
>> Subject: [satanworship] Losing the plot. WAS [Re: Re: descent into the 
>> depths, yet again]
>> 
>>> So Humph is in a jail in crabtown (where it took us around 4 years to 
>>> wrestle a troll) - and we have to do something to prove he is innocent of 
>>> the chaos beer I think?
>> 
>> I flippantly said something about moss earlier but wasn’t there something 
>> about moss used to flavour the beer? Should we scrape some off then head 
>> back?
>> 
>> I’ve tried dredging the Stanworship archives but it’s about 90% trying to 
>> debug Pete’s mail and then most of the the rest is kittens dressed as 
>> Cuthulu.
>> 
>> r
>> 
>>> On 2 Sep 2014, at 17:51, Pete (Redacted sender 
>>> "tadcastervalentino@xxxxxxxxx" for DMARC) <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> 
>>> wrote:
>>> 
>>> cat sized then?
>>> 
>>> or cow sized
>>> 
>>> I'd suggest cow sized for a herd
>>> 
>>> ...
>>> 
>>> So Humph is in a jail in crabtown (where it took us around 4 years to 
>>> wrestle a troll) - and we have to do something to prove he is innocent of 
>>> the chaos beer I think?
>>> 
>>> close?
>>> 
>>> From: Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx>
>>> To: "satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> 
>>> Sent: 
>>> Subject: [satanworship] Re: descent into the depths, yet again
>>> 
>>> they *are* larger, so they're a herd
>>> 
>>> if they were *even* larger, they'd be a club-sized gig
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> 
>>> On Tue, Sep 2, 2014 at 9:10 AM, Roger Nolan <rog@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>>> And if they were larger?
>>> 
>>> r
>>> 
>>> 
>>>> On 2 Sep 2014, at 15:54, Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
>>>> 
>>>> if they were smaller, they'd be a swarm
>>>> 
>>>> 
>>>> 
>>>> On Mon, Sep 1, 2014 at 9:24 PM, Pete Ford <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> 
>>>> wrote:
>>>> Do insects come in herds then?
>>>> 
>>>> 
>>>> On September 1, 2014, at 4:18PM, Jason Proctor wrote:
>>>> 
>>>> the second left turn goes round a sharp right-hand corner and gradually 
>>>> starts to slope downward. as you carefully proceed, the air becomes drier, 
>>>> and the stench of ripe chaos fruit begins to give way to another, much 
>>>> fainter but no less putrid aroma - rotting flesh.
>>>> 
>>>> fortunately the party's ace Mapmaking skills confirm that the smell is 
>>>> faint because it's distant in time rather than space, and shouldn't get 
>>>> much worse. these skills also allow Chump, Splut, and Arfa to assume that 
>>>> the cave at the bottom of this slope is the site of the defeat of the 
>>>> scorpion man guard during the original incursion.
>>>> 
>>>> after some discussion you decide to proceed slowly. beyond the torches, 
>>>> the blackness is total. beyond heavy breathing and the occasional forced 
>>>> fart from Chump to lighten things up, the silence is similarly absolute. 
>>>> after a few minutes of cautiously edging down the passage, the floor 
>>>> levels out.
>>>> 
>>>> eventually the torches illuminate the crushed and splintered body of a 
>>>> scorpion man in the small cave at the foot of the passage. his chest has 
>>>> been caved in by a succession of blows from a blunt instrument, and he is 
>>>> missing several legs. the expression on the remains of his face is one of 
>>>> anger and frustration.
>>>> 
>>>> as the torch grows nearer, a herd of smallish shiny multi-legged insects 
>>>> rapidly abandons the corpse.
>

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