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title: 00052
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created: Mon, 02 Jan 2023 12:38:09 -0700
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updated: Mon, 02 Jan 2023 12:38:09 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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### 00052 {#00052}
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> Hmm well, that umm, heya little fella. What umm, what did you find
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> there? Alex moves to pick up Uncle Corraidhin's dagger, noting that
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> it's not nearly as brilliant as it was before. The ruby gem in the
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> hilt appearing far closer to black obsidian now, rather unnerving all
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> things considered..
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> "There's definitely something wrong with this Hemogoblin, this isn't
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> normal" Alex thinks to himself, "What in the ever loving run level 0
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> did Uncle have this dagger for, and why the hell would he stuff it
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> inside some old book." He deftly pockets the dagger, for further
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> inspection once they're back at base. Likely someone at HQ can do a
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> deeper analysis of it then. Thinking ahead, Alex also grabs a
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> handkerchief from his breast pocket and soaks it in the pool of blood
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> around the hemogoblin, better than nothing he supposes.
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>
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> Pulling a multi pronged instrument labelled "GBD" from his bag Alex
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> begins to inspect the hemogoblin for magical, metaphysical, and
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> technological aburations. "Just sit still a bit little fella, lets
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> see what's going on"
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The hemogoblin hums merrily as you retrieve the dagger and
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fruitlessly attempt to mop up the pool of blood. It wriggles
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around---suddenly seemingly boneless---and giggles and blows
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raspberries as you try to take measurements with the GBD. It is kind
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of annoying but also totally cute.
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Your instrument picks up on an anomaly. You have a clear vital signal
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for the hemogoblin. That's normal. And there is an extremely high
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amount of ferrous material inside of it. But you think that's also
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probably normal for a hemogoblin. Finally, there is a faint signal of
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some other kind of entity. And that is not normal.
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Under normal circumstances you would say, given the measurements,
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that this second non-goblin entity is in some kind of stable but
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near-death or catatonic state. As though it is a deep sleep. Is there
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some weird magic at work here? Or is this some strange,
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undocumented part of the normal hemogoblin physiology? Did this
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little fella just absorb a knife spirit?
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The hemogoblin reaches up and holds your hand as you pass the
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instrument over its body. It smiles at you happily.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2023-01/msg00016.html)
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