Scott DeWar
Prof. Emeritus-Supernatural Events/Countermeasure
The elevator moves down.
The shaft is lined with oak planks, the smell of fresh cut timber strong still, the lift is made of some sort of dark colored wood, the rope made of expensive silk. The pulleys are so new, they hardly have a squeak.
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"Youz gize jus call fer marcos, dats me, when yuze needin to be pulled up." The big guy calls from above. "You gits dem rats fer me, 'K?"
The party of intrepid rat exterminators traverse the hall of partially chewed oak paneling of the wine cellar, noting the rodent offal, heavily chewed fine wood paneling and rat footprints everywhere. The presence of battle seems . . . . . off. There is blood and fur everywhere, but the bodies of the dead rats from the swarm are missing.
Dame Morrowgrim's skin still crawls f the stench of rats and unwashed dwarf.
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The shaft is lined with oak planks, the smell of fresh cut timber strong still, the lift is made of some sort of dark colored wood, the rope made of expensive silk. The pulleys are so new, they hardly have a squeak.
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*continued:*
"Youz gize jus call fer marcos, dats me, when yuze needin to be pulled up." The big guy calls from above. "You gits dem rats fer me, 'K?"
The party of intrepid rat exterminators traverse the hall of partially chewed oak paneling of the wine cellar, noting the rodent offal, heavily chewed fine wood paneling and rat footprints everywhere. The presence of battle seems . . . . . off. There is blood and fur everywhere, but the bodies of the dead rats from the swarm are missing.
Dame Morrowgrim's skin still crawls f the stench of rats and unwashed dwarf.
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