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[Andres]

Let the sprite go (don't need any vengeful spirits after us) and make sure they leave.

[Prophet]

Let the sprite go (don't need any vengeful spirits after us) and make sure they leave.

+1

[ATHATH]

Let the sprite go (don't need any vengeful spirits after us) and make sure they leave.

+1

+1, but meow playfully afterwards, and frolic away.

[Andres]

Let the sprite go (don't need any vengeful spirits after us) and make sure they leave.

+1

+1, but meow playfully afterwards, and frolic away.

+1

[Ozarck]

You release the sprite from under your paw. It stays still for a moment, then attempts to dart of. You catch it, plae it under one paw, and lick your shoulder idly. Then you release it again, and it immediately flies up toward the window. You leap quickly to the back of the couch and snag it one more time, looking to the window, where the other sprites scurry quickly out of sight. Finally, you let the sprite go, and it flies, somewhat drunkenly, out the window. They'll be back, sooner or later. But for now, a job well done. You lick a paw, and prance away without a backward glance.

Hmmm. Come to think of it, that window is open wide enough to slink through. There's plenty of stalking to do in your den, but there is a whole world outside as well. A soggy world, true, but one full of interesting sights, sounds, and smells.

[Andres]

Check the basement. There's always something interesting the basement.

[Prophet]

Go outside to do some exploring!

[~Neri]

Check the basement. There's always something interesting the basement.

+1.

[Ozarck]

Wonky internet today. Will explore basement tomorrow

[Ozarck]

You head down the climbing path into the dark, musty regions below. This part of the human lair smells and feels more like a natural cave, though how you know that is uncertain. You limb about halfway down the path, then slink under one of the path's ledges onto a shelf full of random bits. You weave in and out, tasting the smells, and listening for anything unusual. Peering out into the darkened cave, you note the large bench that Gunther mixes various foul substances on. It is mostly still, though several of the clear containers glow faintly with the liquids trapped within. A bat lies twitching on a three-trunked dead bush that Gunther sits on while doing whatever he does in here. There is a hallway to one side, leading to a room full of various harsh smells, colorful rocks, bits of animals in clear containers, and other bizzarrities. Across the small hall from this room, the small door to the other storehouse is slightly open. The various smells of toadstools, mushrooms, river weed, and firemoss radiate from there. It is rom this room that the beetle in the kitchen had come - you find several in there always, though they seem to do little harm to the piles of curious plantlife within. Gunther seems unconcerned by them, too.
Your ear twitches. Some sound is off. Ever alert, you go still.

[Prophet]

Look around for whatever is making the off sound?

[Ozarck]

Whatever the sound is, it is coming from the mushroom room. Wolfram leaps gracefully to the floor, and stalks slowly toward the door. Peering inside, whiskers twitching and tail lashing, he waits. A movement in the shadows, and Wolfram pounces!

The creature is nearly as big as Wolfram, who bats it about the eyestalks with his padded paws before growling fiercely and crouching. A slug. The biggest slug Wolfram has seen. In HIS home! Gross. Slugs never taste good, and usually cause Wolfram to vomit after being eaten, even when they aren't glowing a pale, mottled green and light brown. The color pattern is difficult to see in this light, but Wolfram's brain fills in some of the pattern from memory of seeing one such in daylight before, inside a clear container at the place where the humans and others gather in big crowds to take and give and yell and chatter. The slug pulls it's eyestalks in, lowers it's head, and turns slowly, cumbersomely, away from Wolfram.

[The Froggy Ninja]

Murder!

[Prophet]

Murder!

+1 We will not allow peasant slugs to wonder inside our home.

[Ozarck]

Ever vigilant. Wolfram sacrifices his taste buds and pounces on the large slug. It is a one sided battle, and yet, it isn't easy. The slug's skin is tough and hard to bite through, and aside rom it's eyesetalks, there are no weak spots. Wolfram is reduced to climbing on top of the slug and tearing at it's flesh with his back claws while he bites and gnashes. In the end, Wolfram is tired, messy, and disgusted by the foul, bitter taste. the slug oozes multicolored ichor across the floor - and all over Wolfram. Cleaning himself will prove almost as difficult a challenge as what he just did. Presenting the trophy to Gunther would take some work too - this is no mere mouse.