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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1405455" data-attributes="member: 1210">A Little SoapA day after their encounter with the wandering adventurers, our heroes resume their exploration of the crypt.  Creeping back down the stairs, the band of adventurers returns to the sarcophagus with the descending ladder and, nervously, clamber down it.“This place is filthy,” Mama comments, distaste evident in her voice.  The door that leads to the hall where the scorpions assailed the group earlier remains open, half-blocked by chunks of rock.  Cautiously, Brother He peers past the door; all he can make out are the pair of doors to the left and the corpses of the vermin the group had already slain.  Quietly, the group moves to the first door- only to find it stuck.“It’s because of all the dirt,” Mama Flapjacks tells them after Brother He bashes at it with his shoulder for a moment or two.Federico whimpers, “Maybe we should just go back upstairs.  Maybe we aren’t meant to get in there!”  His tail is tucked between his legs and he trembles like a, well, small dog.Mama snorts at the clan’s pet disdainfully.  “All it will take is a little soap,” she says primly, pulling her backpack over her shoulder.  “Let me see...”  She digs around for a moment or two, finally exclaiming in triumph as she pulls out a bar of soap.  Squirting some water on the door frame, she sets to working up a lather of suds.  Soon she proclaims the door as ready as it’s going to get and Brother He puts his shoulder against it again.  This time he feels it start to slip, and throwing his meager weight into it, he forces it open at last!Only to be confronted with a horrible wailing sound.  “SCREEE! SCREE! SCREEEEEE!!!”“Shriekers!” Brother He calls over the noise.  Slowly they pull the door shut, and a few minutes later the noise cuts out.“We could destroy them,” Brother He suggests after the shrieking stops.“Or just ignore them,” whines Federico.  “Well,” Mama muses, “shrieker stew can be mighty good... but I don’t have the other ingredients.  Still... in case we come across some ginger, I do have the onions and bell peppers, and I think a little sprouts...”So the halflings move in, easily destroying the shriekers.  But even as they finish their task, with Mama holding her torch in one hand and her mace in the other, something out of sight in the corner of the ceiling quivers and starts to move, slowly oozing forth.  Nearly silent, it creeps forward towards Mama Flapjacks’ unsuspecting back....Next Time: The ooze attacks!</blockquote>

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