I think i may have posted this a while back, with my iphone - not exactly clear.
Maybe I scanned it from work, but I found it again and it got my dungeoneering (Space Dungeoning?) thoughts going, again.
Dear Reader, if you give a shit, I been worried about many non-gaming things, and anyways, sorry if I've been away from our mutual little space fantasies.
This is from the free version of HTHAD, which you can get
here but if you can generate all these thoughtbombs with a free thing, shucks, you may as well spend the coins.
It was started by Dark Elfs, obviously, and then the monsters ran amuck and the gold ran out, and the Great Cities that Groan to the Skies Below become mostly empty, with bands and gangs of Dark Elf raiders the only occupants, long lived and bored and sulky as the Great Wyrm Foronax dug his way into the Corruption Pits. They have degenerate duergar and beastmen to dig the mines out, always searching for the blue-green crystals that pepper the Aereth, here. They hoard them, but don't know why except greed and obstinacy. Any adventurers they come across are obviously flayed and put to death in the Sacrifice Pits.
Maybe I can include this in the setting for
Halthrag Keep's little Kingdom of Thrend
