Kri-kcht. The Thrill of the Hunt.
Mar 4, 2021 15:20:24 GMT -12
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Post by DM Bob on Mar 4, 2021 15:20:24 GMT -12
The kreen was bored. This city-state, Urik, was claustrophobic at times. And it stank of servitude, sweat and blood.
It stunk more where he was now, exploring beneath Lokee's more recently acquired townhouse. The undercity, er, sewerways were silent (for the most part) and while it had it's share of refuse, stench and nightsoil... there were bugs. Small ones, but other bugs none-the-less. Centipedes, beetles, maggots, blood flies... and Kri-kcht knew that that meant larger things could be found here.
As if on cue, a fat dark rat skittered by and past him. He stopped; his head cocked. What was that? Something bigger further down the yellow stained passage. He raised his torch.
There was a body. Severely decomposed. No wait. Huh. This was more than one humanoid carcass. What did the friends of his call it? A pile. A pile of parts, bloody and grotesque. He expected more rats. Something was wrong. That's when it hit him.
Fade to black.
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It stunk more where he was now, exploring beneath Lokee's more recently acquired townhouse. The undercity, er, sewerways were silent (for the most part) and while it had it's share of refuse, stench and nightsoil... there were bugs. Small ones, but other bugs none-the-less. Centipedes, beetles, maggots, blood flies... and Kri-kcht knew that that meant larger things could be found here.
As if on cue, a fat dark rat skittered by and past him. He stopped; his head cocked. What was that? Something bigger further down the yellow stained passage. He raised his torch.
There was a body. Severely decomposed. No wait. Huh. This was more than one humanoid carcass. What did the friends of his call it? A pile. A pile of parts, bloody and grotesque. He expected more rats. Something was wrong. That's when it hit him.
Fade to black.
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