WHAT DO YOU DO
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+++Jarrod wanders into the vault. Spotting the Aurs and the Kobits, a +slow grin starts to spread on his face. Taking a deep breath in, he +gestures grandiosely around him and booms: “Ah! Come gather round! Hear +a tale of Triumph! Of Heart! … Maybe even a bit of Nirvana!”
+He saunters over to the giant open clam and poses grandly nearby. His +eyes sweep across the Kobits, attempting to catch the eyes of each one, +as he begins to tap the fingers of his left hand rhythmically against +his thigh, mimicking a heartbeat.
++"Our tale begins with a hero, though one not oft recognized, + Weaving bureaucratic mysteries across parchment with zeal, + Though held to account, and by all accounts terrorized, + By small minded yes-men with power and zeal! + + Yes, our hero of sorts did not act and avail, + He gave others their tasks to be done. + No pleasure he gleaned from the mop or the pail, + And yet here we begin with the fun!"Thus has the epic begun, and Jarrod is pushing the rhythm of the +words hard, attempting to draw all eyes and ears to himself.
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Broad-chested, olive-skinned Jarrod launches into the epic, flanked +on one side by a giant clam and on the other side by a suit of +armor.
+The aurs, enraptured, immediately flutter down to rest at his feet to +listen to the poem.
+The one Kobit that tripped over its own feet rolls over where it lays +on the ground and listens with naked admiration.
+The naked, winged Kobit rouses from its sleep at the noise with a +groan. It grouchily rises to its feet, flaps its wings a few times, and +soars up into the air.
+“My name,” it cries out, “is HORSE! BhrruUHRHUuHRRh! Behold my +majesty! BrUHrhHHHURHuRu! You shall not steal my blue and gold, +melon-sized gem! BhrruUHRHUuHRRh! I have such beautiful WINGS!”
+The aurs and the clumsy Kobit all start to fidget as Horse’s outburst +threatens to break the spell of Jarrod’s captivating oration.
+++“Excellent!” Corradihin whispers to Inky nudging her gently as he +does. “It looks like Jarrod has the Kobits covered, I’m gonna make a +break for the sword, I’m decently, somewhat, sort of positive that it’s +the legendary sword of Jason. But if I’m wrong and it’s cursed watch my +back. I might need a quick save.”
+Corraidhin makes a step forward, “Oh and Inky, if Jarrod’s +distraction goes awry, shout, I’ll come in fireballs blazing. I highly +suggest a rapid retreat if it comes to thay.”
+Corraidhin darts towards the sword scrambling over the terrain while +the actions on the vault. As he approaches the sword he asks the sword +if it wouldn’t mind coming along for a bit of adventure, and he grabs it +by the hilt.
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Corraidhín wades resolutely into the pool. The water rises up to his +knees, his hips, his shoulders, and finally he dives under about 10 feet +to the bottom of the pool. The eye of the sword stares at him with great +intensity as he descends.
+The mage reaches out and firmly grasps the hilt.
+You feel a jolt, and the eye rolls back in its socket.
+You yank on the sword and it budges not one bit. Not one iota!
+You go to adjust your grip. But your hand is stuck fast! Glued to the +hilt of the sword!
+You look up at the surface of the water, some 10 feet above.
+You look down at the sword that refuses to release you.
+You look more closely at the pattern on the hilt. Egads! Why did you +not see it before? The pattern is neither whirly nor swirly at all! It +is in fact kind of spacey and indented.
+This is not the legendary Sword of J’son! It’s so obvious! How could +you have been so mistaken! This is none other than the infamous Sword of +Yam’l. Yam’l is of course a superset of J’son, so it is an easy enough +error to make. And perfectly harmless in an academic setting. It is +however a costly miscalculation to make while glued to a sword at the +bottom of a fountain.
+You lungs start to burn a little bit, and you hear a spectral, +burbling, significant whitespace voice in your head as the sword makes +intense eye contact with you:
+---
+name: Yam'l
+conditions: {"stuck": "true", "sticky": "true"}
+greatest desire: stabbing
+...And then an expectant pause, as though the sword eagerly awaits your +reply.
+++Inky watches Master Corraidhín make his way towards the creepy sword +with two drams of admiration and a tiny dose of apprehension. Taking out +a small wrench, a pouch of nuts and bolts, along with some gum twine, +Inky crouches near the vault archway, listening in a little on Jarrod’s +epic tale about the unsung hero of sanitation while occasionally looking +into the pool.
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Inky, from the best seat in the house, hears Jarrod launch into an +epic poem, and also the beating of leathery wings and a mighty whinny +and a neigh.
+They also watch Corraidhín dive to the bottom of the fountain, and +then thrash about a bit with one hand on the hilt of the eye sword.
+WHAT DO YOU DO
+Bestiary
Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria
A hundred ears with a hundred wings. The size of a small horse. They can really ruin your day.
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