[satanworship] Re: descent into the depths, yet again
- From: Jason Proctor <jason@xxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx" <satanworship@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2014 10:03:25 -0700
the critters are scarpering out of the cave exit at quite a good rate.
following might throw up some good stamping opportunities, but you'd have
to get a move on.
they are about horseshoe crab size - admittedly not big enough for the
appropriate collective term to be "herd". though i hear that the one for
crabs is "cast".
a cast of critters, anyone? sounds like book 36 of game of thrones.
On Tue, Sep 2, 2014 at 9:58 AM, Eddie Marsden-Jones <
eddiemarsdenjones@xxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
> Stampable size? Is stamping a good option? Arfa could do with an
> opportunity for a stamp experience role.
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> Perhaps we could all do a stamping line dance towards the critters?
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> 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>
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> *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:
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> And if they were larger?
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> r
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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:
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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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