mattjgilbert wrote:How did you get it in the end?

Well, the poison worketh not.

Worried that the offender might succumb in realms unreachable, I decided to box off the local area and set traps.
Caspar turneth up, with new traps, the like of which seemeth most sinister, for they were jagged and most tooth-like.

During boxing out, thereof, of the infected realms, did I make the grave mistake of removing the blockage of escapement to the beasts lair, in order to demonstrate thereof.

Afore we could do catastrophic harm, out quarry leapeth into stuff that constituted as cover ...

Angelwing wrote:Sleep not too deeply, for the evil machinations of the Plutonian Icemen will come to fruition in the coming months.

The insectmen have an ally?
Gadzooks!

timewizard wrote:

mattjgilbert wrote:How did you get it in the end?

I don't think he got it in the end.

How could you even think such a thing?

Never once have I "got it in the end" and certainly not from such a thing as an mouse.

After foilng two traps, the cursed thing fell afoul (arodent?) to the third and so did slough off this mortal coil.

One grimm mention ...

The oddity that became of the entrapped mouse that did crawl upon its face ...

Upon that time, me was have been a mote "creeped out" by such a thing and, after despatching it into the worlds afterwich, did leave it upon the gas-meter box outside (but within the redoubt, so as to be sure vs the insectmen and icey creatures said to be about).

The morrow, did I go there and, intent on disposal, was discontented, due to some "black slime" that had enposited itself upon same corpse.

"Fog that" sayeth I, there shall be an delay, whereupon I shall purchase an gloves, with which to dispose of said tribulation.
But, forget did I.

Some week or so did go by, and, whereupon I did remember, said corpse had been reduced to bare skull, spine and hair.

This be a mite disturbance, but more disturbance still, is the oddity that became, that I should boil skull thereof and mount it upon remergent plague tower.

Yuck. I fail father nurgle, shame be upon me.