[satanworship] Re: descent into the depths, yet again
- From: Eddie Marsden-Jones <eddiemarsdenjones@xxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 20:58:51 +0400
Stampable size? Is stamping a good option? Arfa could do with an opportunity
for a stamp experience role.
Perhaps we could all do a stamping line dance towards the critters?
> On 2 Sep 2014, at 20:51, Pete <dmarc-noreply@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> (Redacted sender
> "tadcastervalentino@xxxxxxxxx" for DMARC) wrote:
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> cat sized then?
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> or cow sized
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> I'd suggest cow sized for a herd
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> ...
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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?
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> close?
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> From: Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx>
> To: "satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
> Sent:
> Subject: [satanworship] Re: descent into the depths, yet again
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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:
> 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>
>> wrote:
>> 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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