[satanworship] Re: descent into the depths, yet again
- From: "Pete" <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> (Redacted sender "tadcastervalentino@xxxxxxxxx" for DMARC)
- To: "satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2014 09:51:36 -0700
cat sized then?
or cow sized
I'd suggest cow sized for a herd
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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?
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> From: Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx>
>To: "satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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>they *are* larger, so they're a herd
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>if they were *even* larger, they'd be a club-sized gig
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>On Tue, Sep 2, 2014 at 9:10 AM, Roger Nolan <rog@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
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>And if they were larger?
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>>On 2 Sep 2014, at 15:54, Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
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>>>if they were smaller, they'd be a swarm
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>>>On Mon, Sep 1, 2014 at 9:24 PM, Pete Ford <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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>>>Do insects come in herds then?
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>>>>On September 1, 2014, at 4:18PM, Jason Proctor wrote:
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>>>>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.
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>>>>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.
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>>>>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.
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>>>>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.
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>>>>as the torch grows nearer, a herd of smallish shiny multi-legged insects
>>>>rapidly abandons the corpse.
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