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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 782004" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Good Friends &amp; Fine Spirits&quot; by Mystic Eye Games&nbsp; - Part 8&quot;What the hell was that thing?&quot; Briar wrinkles his nose.Macwood coughs up a bizarre agglomeration of consonants, then shrugs when everyone looks at him,&quot;It's what they're called.&nbsp; They're dung-eaters.&quot; He pauses reflectively - an attitude somewhat spoiled by his soiled appearance, &quot;You know, we've probably just killed the town's garbage disposal unit.&quot;&quot;They'll get over it.&quot; the Padre gestures back the way they came, &quot;Looks like we try the other way.&quot;The group heads back down the sewer tunnel, and soon passes under the kitchen of the inn, where several wide-eyed customers and staff peer in at the begrimed adventurers,&quot;What was all the screaming and yelling about?&quot; Brent Birchwhistle calls down, covering his mouth and nose as he speaks.&nbsp; The adventurers look at one another.&quot;Rat.&quot; Briar pipes up, with a forced grin.&quot;A rat?&nbsp; The inn's owner looks sceptical, &quot;But all that shouting -&quot;&quot;It was a large specimen.&quot; Ming Li assures him blandly, and the adventurers move on, leaving the perplexed civilians behind.About forty feet further down the corridor, the group finds themselves approaching a junction in the tunnel.&nbsp; The route they are on continues for a short distance, before ending at a rusty iron grille.&nbsp; Just before this grating, a grimy doorframe is set into the tunnel wall, with the rotted remains of a door hanging from one hinge.&nbsp; Meanwhile, on the group's left, another tunnel leads off into the darkness.Macwood creeps forward, then lies on the ledge to peer around the corner.&nbsp; After staring down the tunnel for a few moments, he scrambles to his feet and walks back.&quot;Nothing to see.&quot; He reports, &quot;Tunnel looks the same as this one ... it goes out of sight.&quot;&quot;Why did you lie down to look around the corner?&quot; the Padre frowns.&quot;Old scouting trick,&quot; Macwood confides, &quot;people never look down that low.&quot;&quot;We're chasing a bunch of cockroaches.&quot; Briar reminds him, &quot;They're very short.&quot;The Padre nods,&quot;If there'd been one there, it could have chewed off your face.&quot;&quot;Please let it start with his mouth.&quot;Macwood glares around the group, trying to work out whose muttered comment that was.&nbsp; The dim light makes it impossible to tell, so he shrugs and points at the nearby doorway,&quot;Let's go check that out.&quot;Without waiting to see if anyone is following him, the halfling disappears into the darkened room.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 782004, member: 6294"] [b]"Good Friends & Fine Spirits" by Mystic Eye Games - Part 8[/b] "What the hell was that thing?" Briar wrinkles his nose. Macwood coughs up a bizarre agglomeration of consonants, then shrugs when everyone looks at him, "It's what they're called. They're dung-eaters." He pauses reflectively - an attitude somewhat spoiled by his soiled appearance, "You know, we've probably just killed the town's garbage disposal unit." "They'll get over it." the Padre gestures back the way they came, "Looks like we try the other way." The group heads back down the sewer tunnel, and soon passes under the kitchen of the inn, where several wide-eyed customers and staff peer in at the begrimed adventurers, "What was all the screaming and yelling about?" Brent Birchwhistle calls down, covering his mouth and nose as he speaks. The adventurers look at one another. "Rat." Briar pipes up, with a forced grin. "A rat? The inn's owner looks sceptical, "But all that shouting -" "It was a [i]large[/i] specimen." Ming Li assures him blandly, and the adventurers move on, leaving the perplexed civilians behind. About forty feet further down the corridor, the group finds themselves approaching a junction in the tunnel. The route they are on continues for a short distance, before ending at a rusty iron grille. Just before this grating, a grimy doorframe is set into the tunnel wall, with the rotted remains of a door hanging from one hinge. Meanwhile, on the group's left, another tunnel leads off into the darkness. Macwood creeps forward, then lies on the ledge to peer around the corner. After staring down the tunnel for a few moments, he scrambles to his feet and walks back. "Nothing to see." He reports, "Tunnel looks the same as this one ... it goes out of sight." "Why did you lie down to look around the corner?" the Padre frowns. "Old scouting trick," Macwood confides, "people never look down that low." "We're chasing a bunch of cockroaches." Briar reminds him, "They're very short." The Padre nods, "If there'd been one there, it could have chewed off your face." "Please let it start with his mouth." Macwood glares around the group, trying to work out whose muttered comment that was. The dim light makes it impossible to tell, so he shrugs and points at the nearby doorway, "Let's go check that out." Without waiting to see if anyone is following him, the halfling disappears into the darkened room. [/QUOTE]

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