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title: 00044
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created: Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:08 -0700
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updated: Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:11 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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### 00044 {#00044}
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> As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it up to the
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> 2/3 mark. "Sorry little friend, we're going to need a little bit more
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> juice". The baloon lurches upwards as air rushes in feeding the
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> sunspoke, causing it to burn more intensely. After setting the
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> sunspoke ablaze and shouting back to the balloon's owner Alex takes
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> account of his surroundings. It's during this time he spots the
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> bloodied, moving blankets. They seem to writhe, as though something
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> beneath them is injured.
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> Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the blankets from
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> the corner of the balloon basket revealing whatever lay beneath.
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The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its little
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fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra fuel. It burns
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twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright yellow flame up into
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the parachute. The sunspoke starts to glow a molten red, and you
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start to rise faster.
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As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the Runesocesius.
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The grand hotel is draped over the top of the mountain, clinging to
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it like a dragon resting on its hoard.
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The "cyberplasms" as Confidence called them have docked to the side
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of a tower on the other side of the peak from you. They have shot a
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large hole in the side of the tower, and you can see them now
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starting to zipline into the building. A thick plume of black smoke
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billows out of the side of the tower, carrying pages and pages of
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loose paper into the air with it. They rain down like snow. The tower
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must house an extensive library.
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You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets, jeweled
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dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small bloody furry
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blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted face, and enormous
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pointed ears. It quickly looks away from you, chirps pathetically,
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and trembles as it cowers in place. You have found a frightened
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hemogoblin stowaway!
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00219.html)
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