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"He knows nothing! Nothing beyond death and despair!"

Oops a bit of DM humor.

"My young priestess, isn't this just lovely. All my little friends saying hello to you and your worthless companions. Warms my diseased haert to see all those scurrying little hungary feet...my pets." the strong voice echoes in Andrea's head. Although the voice does not bring any uneasy queasy feelings to the priestess.

My freaking apartment is a wreck...I have to spend the next two weeks looking for a job and trying to salvage what's left of this two-bedroom nightmare...

Oh, but that doesn't mean I'll slow down my posting speed or anything.

If you or Andrea begin slacking off in the posting...I may have to send Urgathoa to torment you.

Yea. I was taking a Call of Old Ones tack and shaved off a few SAN

You don't need that sanity...now do you?

No problems here. I get frusterated at times as well.

Edit: Am I laying it on too much? I was imagining getting 'punched in the brain by your deity is not good' would be a better tack to take.

I'm fine with it but remember your diety mentioned she had her fun but you need to choose at your next prayer time. She is not tormenting you currently.

"Hmmmpht...shame...I was looking forward to your companion's death in my cess. My fun is done...for now.

"Calistria has offered to take you off my hands. You have till tomorrow's prayers to choose your poison.

Andrea's knotted stomach has ceased its discomfort, color is returnig to her face, and she is able to stand and move again.

"I am not feeling your devout worship...and YOU except ME to grant you my blessing and magic. You are good for less then the feces hanging from the dwarf's beard. I have magots that are more worthy., the loud thunder roars in your head as another wave of dry heaves occur.

LOUDER AND PUT MORE FEELING BEHIND IT...NO HALF HEARTED PRAYERS MY POOPIL...HEHEHEHE.

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Don't you go interferring with the discipline of my own priestess. When I'm done with my fun and lesson...I will let you know. Now..shoo and go back to your woods or where ever you lustful desires take you.

"I ...don't ...hear youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"JOY TO ME, JOY TO ME, JOY TO ME THE GODDESS OF DISEASE! pray along with me... my young pupil...pray for sickness, fever and rot to take root within those bodies baptized in the purtiy of my river of cess. Pray that they be blessed by the sludge and bacteria they have slushing around in like pigs....JOY TO ME, JOY TO ME, JOY TO ME THE GOODESSOF DISEASE!"

Goody, your plump dwarven friend may be visiting that cobwebbed b%tch you have come to admire sooooooooooo much. Dwarf flesh is tasty with a hardy Razmiran red. As your stomach dry heaves one more time.

Feast of the flesh is an acquired taste don't you think. Dwarf is not nearly as yummy as halfling is it? Looks like I will get to sample.

The filth...the crud...the disease that is filling this glorious tunnel warms the soul. don't you think so my devout priestess...watch as your companions ....

The cackling keeps you on the ground, catching your breath, praying for a bit of forgiveness.

Back from dinner.

Andrea tenitivly pushes herself up, her face covered with filth and eyes looking out wildly as she sees the rest of the group either standing around or emptying their stomaches.

That should be the last thing you announce....back from dinner.

"Was she as tasty the second time around...my harlot? Perhaps, the Queen of Disease should have you take a skinny dip in that yummy looking trench that you have so dearly admired your reflection in.

"Gluttony is wonderful isn't it sweety" As your stomach twists in dry heaves. The cackling rumbling in your ears, like a symphony of nails on a chalk board.

Oh Nooooooooooooo, my young priestess your pain will not cease soon, it's causes me much pleasure right now...nearly erotic. Let me squeeze your intestines a touch harder now..."

yes ...yes...there it is - the delectation that I crave. Spit out the last of that foul halfling...yes...yes...YES!

"You filthy ungrateful piece of toe dung. I hope your pet disciple of that skanky old bone rodent tasted as good the second time.
May you choke on her and the vermin she serves.", hideous cackling reverberates in Andrea's head.

With that Andrea feels a kick in her stomach that puts her on her knees, face inches from the backed up sewage that threatens to breach the embankment. Andrea you are prone (-4 melee attack, -4 AC melee, +4 AC ranged) and have the nauseated condition (unable to attack, cast spells, concentrate on spells. CRB 568)