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basement.order

@@ -22,6 +22,7 @@ src/epistolary/00010.md
 src/epistolary/00011.md
 src/epistolary/00012.md
 src/epistolary/00013.md
+src/epistolary/00014.md
 src/bestiary/index.md
 src/bestiary/aur.md
 src/bestiary/blahoblin.md
@@ -29,6 +30,8 @@ src/bestiary/centaur.md
 src/bestiary/egre.md
 src/bestiary/gnome.md
 src/bestiary/kobit.md
+src/bestiary/torque.md
+src/bestiary/toque.md
 src/geography.md
 src/cosmology.md
 src/history.md

src/bestiary/centaur.md

@@ -1,11 +1,11 @@
 ---
 title: bestiary
 created: Wed, 14 Sep 2022 11:29:46 -0600
-updated: Wed, 14 Sep 2022 11:29:46 -0600
+updated: Wed, 21 Sep 2022 21:00:26 -0400
 public: yes
 ---
 
 <dt>Centaur</dt>
 
 : A hundred ears with a hundred wings. The size of a small horse. They can really ruin your day.
-
+: <details>![centaur](centaur.png)</details>

src/bestiary/kobit.md

@@ -4,7 +4,5 @@ created: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600
 updated: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600
 public: yes
 ---
-<p></p>
+<dt>Kobit</dt>
-Kobit
+: Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy mustaches. Extremely rarely, they may grow leathery wings, in which case they are revered and elevated by the other kobits.
-: literally "tunnel host"
-: Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy mustaches.

src/bestiary/toque.md

@@ -0,0 +1,9 @@
+---
+title: bestiary
+created: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:24:45 -0600
+updated: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:24:45 -0600
+public: yes
+---
+<dt>Toque</dt>
+: Wild men of the mountains. Their long, sloping, vertically-creased foreheads and their bulbous, floppy skullcaps make it look like they wear chef's hats. But no, that's just what their heads look like.
+: <details>![toque](toque.jpg)</details>

src/bestiary/torque.md

@@ -0,0 +1,9 @@
+---
+title: bestiary
+created: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:24:45 -0600
+updated: Tue, 20 Sep 2022 13:48:50 -0400
+public: yes
+---
+<dt>Torque</dt>
+: The twisted people. Their bodies literally twisted and warped by magic into gruesome forms, these wretched creatures are hated and reviled across the lands.
+: <details>![torque](torque.jpg)</details>

src/characters/jarrod.md

@@ -1,7 +1,7 @@
 ---
 title: jarrod
 created: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600
-updated: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600
+updated: Wed, 21 Sep 2022 21:06:22 -0400
 public: yes
 ---
 ### Jarrod
@@ -19,5 +19,5 @@ He leans over and places his elbows on the table, tenting his fingers and leanin
 
 - Player: marc
 - XP: 0
-- Skills: Do Anything 1
+- Skills: Do Anything 1, Oratory 2
 

src/epistolary/00014.md

@@ -0,0 +1,82 @@
+---
+title: 00014
+created: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:37:41 -0600
+updated: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:37:41 -0600
+public: yes
+syndicated: yes
+---
+### 00014
+
+> 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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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
+
+
+[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00015.html)
+

www/index.html

@@ -227,6 +227,7 @@ Willows</a></li>
 <li><a href="#section-10" id="toc-section-10">00011</a></li>
 <li><a href="#section-11" id="toc-section-11">00012</a></li>
 <li><a href="#section-12" id="toc-section-12">00013</a></li>
+<li><a href="#section-13" id="toc-section-13">00014</a></li>
 </ul></li>
 <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
 </ul>
@@ -341,7 +342,7 @@ opening my own tavern when I retire.”</p>
 <ul>
 <li>Player: marc</li>
 <li>XP: 0</li>
-<li>Skills: Do Anything 1</li>
+<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Oratory 2</li>
 </ul>
 <h3 id="sneaky-willows">Sneaky Willows</h3>
 <details>
@@ -1095,6 +1096,103 @@ to see that it has large leathery wings.</p>
 <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
 <p><a
 href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00011.html">www</a></p>
+<h3 id="section-13">00014</h3>
+<blockquote>
+<p>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!”</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<pre><code>&quot;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!&quot;</code></pre>
+<p>Thus has the epic begun, and Jarrod is pushing the rhythm of the
+words hard, attempting to draw all eyes and ears to himself.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>The aurs, enraptured, immediately flutter down to rest at his feet to
+listen to the poem.</p>
+<p>The one Kobit that tripped over its own feet rolls over where it lays
+on the ground and listens with naked admiration.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>“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!”</p>
+<p>The aurs and the clumsy Kobit all start to fidget as Horse’s outburst
+threatens to break the spell of Jarrod’s captivating oration.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>“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.”</p>
+<p>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.”</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>The mage reaches out and firmly grasps the hilt.</p>
+<p>You feel a jolt, and the eye rolls back in its socket.</p>
+<p>You yank on the sword and it budges not one bit. Not one iota!</p>
+<p>You go to adjust your grip. But your hand is stuck fast! Glued to the
+hilt of the sword!</p>
+<p>You look up at the surface of the water, some 10 feet above.</p>
+<p>You look down at the sword that refuses to release you.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>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:</p>
+<pre><code>---
+name: Yam&#39;l
+conditions: {&quot;stuck&quot;: &quot;true&quot;, &quot;sticky&quot;: &quot;true&quot;}
+greatest desire: stabbing
+...</code></pre>
+<p>And then an expectant pause, as though the sword eagerly awaits your
+reply.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+<p><a
+href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
 <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
 <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
 <dt>
@@ -1127,6 +1225,14 @@ a little goblinoid with the head of a goblin shark
 <p>A hundred ears with a hundred wings. The size of a small horse. They
 can really ruin your day.</p>
 </dd>
+<dd>
+<details>
+<figure>
+<img src="centaur.png" alt="centaur" />
+<figcaption aria-hidden="true">centaur</figcaption>
+</figure>
+</details>
+</dd>
 </dl>
 <p>
 </p>
@@ -1166,16 +1272,47 @@ noses, and very long ears. And long nimble fingers.
 </details>
 </dd>
 </dl>
-<p>
+<dt>
-</p>
 <dl>
 <dt>Kobit</dt>
 <dd>
-literally “tunnel host”
+Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy
+mustaches. Extremely rarely, they may grow leathery wings, in which case
+they are revered and elevated by the other kobits.
+</dd>
+</dl>
+<dt>
+<dl>
+<dt>Torque</dt>
+<dd>
+The twisted people. Their bodies literally twisted and warped by magic
+into gruesome forms, these wretched creatures are hated and reviled
+across the lands.
 </dd>
 <dd>
-Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy
+<details>
-mustaches.
+<figure>
+<img src="torque.jpg" alt="torque" />
+<figcaption aria-hidden="true">torque</figcaption>
+</figure>
+</details>
+</dd>
+</dl>
+<dt>
+<dl>
+<dt>Toque</dt>
+<dd>
+Wild men of the mountains. Their long, sloping, vertically-creased
+foreheads and their bulbous, floppy skullcaps make it look like they
+wear chef’s hats. But no, that’s just what their heads look like.
+</dd>
+<dd>
+<details>
+<figure>
+<img src="toque.jpg" alt="toque" />
+<figcaption aria-hidden="true">toque</figcaption>
+</figure>
+</details>
 </dd>
 </dl>
 </body>

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@@ -52,6 +52,97 @@
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+    <item>
+      <title>13</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">13 - Wed, 14 Sep 2022 10:22:21
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2022 10:22:21 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="section">00013</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Psst, Inky, can you poke your head into the vault, see if
+          you can spot any crystals. Also, can you tell what kind of
+          gold’s in there? Maybe it’s worth something to nab a piece of
+          two for ourselves, you know, since we’re so good at vault
+          cracking.</p>
+          <p>While you do that I’m going to take a closer look at this
+          sword, it’s giving me heeby jeebies.</p>
+          <p><em>I cast a spell on the sword to identify its physical,
+          magical, and metaphysical properties</em></p>
+          <p>“Strange sword, I command thee to divulge your secrets! All
+          that you are of, exist in, and imbue from shall be wrought in
+          words of sorcercy so that the world my see clear what you
+          are!” I chant as I invoke ancient runes with my wand.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Corraidhín commands the sword commandingly. But the sword
+          just rolls its eye and looks at him exasperatedly.</p>
+          <p>Hmm. Yes, no mouth. Well then.</p>
+          <p>Corraidhín draws on his mastery of Arcane Lore, and sifts
+          through all the knowledge he has filed away on magical swords.
+          There are so many books on magic swords!</p>
+          <p>While at first you guessed that it may merely be a common
+          Look Sword, you have since revised your initial assessment.
+          Look Swords are minor magical items, and are not quite as
+          sentient as this particular blade appears to be.</p>
+          <p>No this must be something a little more special.</p>
+          <p>It’s hard to tell from here–the water is not perfectly
+          clear–but the pattern on the hilt is kind swirly and whirly.
+          Probably a Sword of Omens.</p>
+          <p>Unless…</p>
+          <p>No, it’s so unlikely.</p>
+          <p>And yet.</p>
+          <p>If the pattern on the hilt turns out to be more whirly than
+          swirly, then it probably is indeed a Sword of Omens.</p>
+          <p>But on the other hand, if it is more swirly than whirly,
+          it’s possible that this may be then legendary Sword of
+          J’Son.</p>
+          <p>If only you could get a closer look…</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Inky nods and peeks inside the vault, while keeping an ear
+          open for any sounds coming from the tunnel where the guard
+          kobit is currently sleeping soundly. Small mountains of
+          ancient gold, some as coins and some in nuggets of various
+          shapes and sizes, filled most of the cavern floor. In one
+          corner were a few chests overflowing with rubies and emeralds,
+          with the occasional amethyst and tiny pink diamonds. Whoever
+          had this vault set up has amassed a nice hoard!</p>
+          <p>Inky whispered back, “Some good old gold! There are also
+          little crystals in one of the chests, but I can’t tell if any
+          of them is a Ginnarak.”</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Inky hears the drunken cowboy Kobit guard snoring gently.
+          It whistles adorably a little bit at the top of each
+          exhale.</p>
+          <p>You peek inside the vault just in time to see the lone
+          Kobit guard that went inside to check on the vault. It yelps
+          and trips over its own feet.</p>
+          <p>Its shoes were untied.</p>
+          <p>There are indeed piles of gold, gems, and crystals. Chests
+          full of precious stones. A few suits of armor. For some
+          reason, a giant clam, mouth open to reveal a giant pearl.</p>
+          <p>And in the center of it all, atop a stone pedestal, beneath
+          a dome of glass, is the blue and gold Ginnarak Crystal. It is
+          the size of a melon, and kind of shaped like one. A lumpy,
+          multi-faceted blue and gold melon.</p>
+          <p>Flitting around the pedestal are a couple of Aurs. Giant
+          ears with bat wings. Very keen hearing obviously. Usually more
+          of an annoyance than a true deterrent. Unless there’s a
+          Centaur around. Nasty things those. A hundred ears with a
+          hundred wings. The size of a small horse. They can really ruin
+          your day. Luckily you don’t see one around.</p>
+          <p>Finally, curled up on the ground at the base of the
+          pedestal, hugging a mound of gold coins like a body pillow, is
+          a nude Kobit, sound asleep. It stretches briefly in its sleep
+          and when it does, you are astonished to see that it has large
+          leathery wings.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00011.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
     <item>
       <title>00006 - gophers</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
@@ -151,97 +242,6 @@
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-    <item>
-      <title>13</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">13 - Wed, 14 Sep 2022 10:22:21
--0600</guid>
-      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2022 10:22:21 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="section">00013</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Psst, Inky, can you poke your head into the vault, see if
-          you can spot any crystals. Also, can you tell what kind of
-          gold’s in there? Maybe it’s worth something to nab a piece of
-          two for ourselves, you know, since we’re so good at vault
-          cracking.</p>
-          <p>While you do that I’m going to take a closer look at this
-          sword, it’s giving me heeby jeebies.</p>
-          <p><em>I cast a spell on the sword to identify its physical,
-          magical, and metaphysical properties</em></p>
-          <p>“Strange sword, I command thee to divulge your secrets! All
-          that you are of, exist in, and imbue from shall be wrought in
-          words of sorcercy so that the world my see clear what you
-          are!” I chant as I invoke ancient runes with my wand.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Corraidhín commands the sword commandingly. But the sword
-          just rolls its eye and looks at him exasperatedly.</p>
-          <p>Hmm. Yes, no mouth. Well then.</p>
-          <p>Corraidhín draws on his mastery of Arcane Lore, and sifts
-          through all the knowledge he has filed away on magical swords.
-          There are so many books on magic swords!</p>
-          <p>While at first you guessed that it may merely be a common
-          Look Sword, you have since revised your initial assessment.
-          Look Swords are minor magical items, and are not quite as
-          sentient as this particular blade appears to be.</p>
-          <p>No this must be something a little more special.</p>
-          <p>It’s hard to tell from here–the water is not perfectly
-          clear–but the pattern on the hilt is kind swirly and whirly.
-          Probably a Sword of Omens.</p>
-          <p>Unless…</p>
-          <p>No, it’s so unlikely.</p>
-          <p>And yet.</p>
-          <p>If the pattern on the hilt turns out to be more whirly than
-          swirly, then it probably is indeed a Sword of Omens.</p>
-          <p>But on the other hand, if it is more swirly than whirly,
-          it’s possible that this may be then legendary Sword of
-          J’Son.</p>
-          <p>If only you could get a closer look…</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Inky nods and peeks inside the vault, while keeping an ear
-          open for any sounds coming from the tunnel where the guard
-          kobit is currently sleeping soundly. Small mountains of
-          ancient gold, some as coins and some in nuggets of various
-          shapes and sizes, filled most of the cavern floor. In one
-          corner were a few chests overflowing with rubies and emeralds,
-          with the occasional amethyst and tiny pink diamonds. Whoever
-          had this vault set up has amassed a nice hoard!</p>
-          <p>Inky whispered back, “Some good old gold! There are also
-          little crystals in one of the chests, but I can’t tell if any
-          of them is a Ginnarak.”</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Inky hears the drunken cowboy Kobit guard snoring gently.
-          It whistles adorably a little bit at the top of each
-          exhale.</p>
-          <p>You peek inside the vault just in time to see the lone
-          Kobit guard that went inside to check on the vault. It yelps
-          and trips over its own feet.</p>
-          <p>Its shoes were untied.</p>
-          <p>There are indeed piles of gold, gems, and crystals. Chests
-          full of precious stones. A few suits of armor. For some
-          reason, a giant clam, mouth open to reveal a giant pearl.</p>
-          <p>And in the center of it all, atop a stone pedestal, beneath
-          a dome of glass, is the blue and gold Ginnarak Crystal. It is
-          the size of a melon, and kind of shaped like one. A lumpy,
-          multi-faceted blue and gold melon.</p>
-          <p>Flitting around the pedestal are a couple of Aurs. Giant
-          ears with bat wings. Very keen hearing obviously. Usually more
-          of an annoyance than a true deterrent. Unless there’s a
-          Centaur around. Nasty things those. A hundred ears with a
-          hundred wings. The size of a small horse. They can really ruin
-          your day. Luckily you don’t see one around.</p>
-          <p>Finally, curled up on the ground at the base of the
-          pedestal, hugging a mound of gold coins like a body pillow, is
-          a nude Kobit, sound asleep. It stretches briefly in its sleep
-          and when it does, you are astonished to see that it has large
-          leathery wings.</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00011.html">www</a></p>
-        ]]>
-      </description>
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       <title>00002 - shoe shine</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
@@ -295,112 +295,6 @@
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-    <item>
-      <title>00001 - we meet in a tavern</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">00001 - we meet in a tavern - Tue, 20
-Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600</guid>
-      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="section">00001</h3>
-          <p>“Congratulations!” The slightly tipsy hobbit grins and
-          salutes you with his martini. “On Retrieval Team 43’s
-          inaugural mission! I’m so excited for you, I’m sure you’ll do
-          fantastic!”</p>
-          <p>You are all seated around a table in the corner at Lucy’s
-          Basement. It is dimly lit and fairly noisy. The walls are
-          covered in red velvet curtains, and the tablecloths have
-          little gold tassels. A cloud of purple smoke from candles,
-          cigars, and pipes hangs in the air. Waiters bustle between
-          tables refilling drinks.</p>
-          <p>“So to recap, the Benefactor has tasked you with retrieving
-          the five fabled Ginnarak Crystals. I, Blavin Blandfoot, will
-          be your case manager. You will be paid handsomely for each
-          crystal you retrieve. And if you retrieve all 5, you’ll get to
-          meet the Benefactor at be their guest at their <em>glorious
-          mansion!</em>”</p>
-          <p>“The first crystal has been spotted near a Gnomish dig site
-          in the Tammineaux Forest, just east of here.”</p>
-          <p>“I recommend getting started right away!” He polishes off
-          his drink and squints at his empty glass. “Well, maybe first
-          thing in the morning. Waiter!”</p>
-          <ul>
-          <li>Who are you?</li>
-          <li>What role do you think you will fill on the team?</li>
-          <li>What do you plan to do with your cut of the money?</li>
-          </ul>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
-        ]]>
-      </description>
-    </item>
-    <item>
-      <title>00005 - gnomes</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">00005 - gnomes - Tue, 25 Jul 2022
-20:32:23 -0600</guid>
-      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="section">00005</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>As the blahoblins were packing up, Inky persuades Waistcoat
-          to sell a few small bottles of shoe polish, a roughly round
-          piece of broken glass and scraps of cheesecloth from the
-          mountain of debris previously on the ground. Inky rolls Do
-          Anything 1 and rolls a 4.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Inky successfully persuades Waistcoat to sell a few baubles
-          and trinkets with the first roll of the game!</p>
-          <p>They haggle back and forth a little bit, and Inky ends up
-          paying a little more than they wanted to, but they get all the
-          stuff they wanted. Yay commerce!</p>
-          <p>Having concluded business, the blahoblins pack up and
-          disappear into the bushes toting their chair, cheese, and vat
-          of polish.</p>
-          <p>The sound of mechanical droning and periodic explosions
-          compel you forward to the dig site.</p>
-          <p>It is easy to find.</p>
-          <p>It is a large hole blasted deep into the ground. There are
-          drills, and conveyor belts, earth moving machines, and all
-          kinds of gadgets and gizmos, the purpose of which is not
-          always readily apparent. And there is a zip line that seems to
-          be the only way down to the bottom.</p>
-          <p>The site is absolutely teeming with gnomes. Diminutive
-          humanoids with bright red noses and long, long ears, and long,
-          nimble fingers. All gnomes are compulsive tinkerers and
-          mechanics, and build fantastic contraptions. All gnomes are
-          women, and are all highly explosive. Which makes their
-          combustion powered machines extremely dangerous, both for
-          themselves and for any unfortunate bystanders close enough to
-          get caught in the blast.</p>
-          <p>A gnome in a white hat comes running up to you. “You there!
-          Hey! Yes, you!”</p>
-          <p>“Are you the retrieval team? We’ve been expecting you! The
-          whole dig is halted because we accidentally blasted into a
-          whole nest of Kobits, and they won’t let us get near to keep
-          digging! They keep sabotaging our machines when we try!”</p>
-          <p>“They also stole the Ginnarak Crystal that we found! That
-          thing could have powered such glorious new machines!” She
-          pouts.</p>
-          <p>In the background, a gnome who had crawled half way into a
-          coal bin in the side of some kind of excavator suddenly
-          scrambles quickly out, smoking, and runs around in circles in
-          a panic. Nearby gnomes dive out of the way as she erupts in a
-          small ball of fire. The gnomes wait for the smoke to clear and
-          then immediately return to working on the contraption.</p>
-          <p>The foreman continues talking to you as though nothing
-          happened. She leads you over to the edge of the hole and
-          points to the bottom.</p>
-          <p>“The entrance to their cave is right down there! The zip
-          line is the second fastest way down.”</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00035.html">www</a></p>
-        ]]>
-      </description>
-    </item>
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       <title>9</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
@@ -478,6 +372,95 @@ Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600</guid>
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       </description>
     </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>8</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">8 - Sat, 30 Jul 2022 19:19:20
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2022 11:47:09 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="section">00008</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Inky blinks down at their pinecrab apple leather boots
+          consideringly. “Tea’s got the fanciest footgear, but at least
+          we aren’t sporting fetid foot fungi like stockings. Maybe we
+          could persuade the egre to let us through? It might set us
+          back half a day trying to find any kobit holes that aren’t
+          just non-portable potties.”</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>You look down at your boots. How serendipitous that you
+          just had them shined by the blahoblins! You feel confident in
+          your footwear.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Corraidhín: I may have a solution to the Egre problem. I
+          gesture grandly, as it so happens I always come prepared for a
+          fashion show.</p>
+          <p>With a grand gesture I cast a spell to transform my robes
+          into a stunning suit, complete with top hat, monocle, and
+          cane</p>
+          <p>I’m certain we can convince the fine fellow to let us pass
+          if we look the part. Or better yet, I’m almost certain I can
+          distract him while the rest of you sneak past, I’ve been told
+          I can be quite verbose and boisterous.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Corraidhín successfully conjures up a stunning suit, surely
+          the envy of every dandy, fop, and gentleman in the southern
+          continent, if not all of Basmentaria!</p>
+          <p>A nearby gnome gets flush, starts to fan herself excitedly,
+          and then explodes dramatically.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>“A splendid idea, with an equally splendid outfit to
+          match!” Inky exclaimed. “Then, shall we proceed? Master
+          Corraidhín, at your signal.”</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>You proceed down into the gnome hole.</p>
+          <p>Retrieval Team 70 glares at you from behind their smoked
+          glass goggles as you zip line past them. They continue their
+          slow, defeated climb up the scaffolding. Vest shakes its
+          gopher fist at you and swears, “You haven’t seen the last of
+          us, Retrieval Team 43!”</p>
+          <p>At the bottom, on solid ground, you approach the entrance
+          to the kobit caves.</p>
+          <p>Standing guard at the entrance to the kobit tunnels is a
+          massive egre, a fearsome bird beast, muscles rippling and
+          bulging beneath its beautiful white plumage. It turns its head
+          and regards you with one jet black eye and then the other,
+          snapping its sharp beak in the air as it tosses its head back
+          and forth.</p>
+          <p>It looks you up and down, and its gaze rests on your
+          freshly polished shoes. It huffs and grunts, “Your shoes look
+          clean.” It rests its scrutinizing gaze on Corraidhín’s
+          garments. “And YOU look FABULOUS!” it exclaims as it tosses
+          its head and beats it wings excitedly.</p>
+          <p>“You may enter.” It graciously steps aside with a
+          flourish.</p>
+          <p>The smallest of you can stand upright in the kobit tunnels.
+          The largest of you have to crawl.</p>
+          <p>Kobits are small, vaguely mammalian, vaguely reptilian
+          bipedal cave creatures. They are scaly and furry, and live in
+          tunnels deep in the earth. They have huge yellow eyes, and
+          long fine whiskers on their snouts and faces, all of which
+          help them find their way around in the dark. They also have
+          long, thick, coarse, drooping mustaches. The overall effect is
+          that they look like tiny, monstrous, perpetually startled
+          cowboys.</p>
+          <p>You follow the winding tunnel down into the earth.</p>
+          <p>You come around a corner and almost bump right into a
+          kobit. It has eyes like saucers and an awe-inspiring mustache.
+          It wears a name tag (“Corey”) and carries a clipboard. It
+          blinks at you in surprise and then asks, “Who are you? What
+          are you doing in here?” Corey flips through the pages on its
+          clipboard. “There are no upsiders scheduled to arrive today. I
+          don’t think you’re supposed to be here!” Corey glances around
+          nervously with its huge eyes and looks about ready to cry out
+          for help.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-08/msg00012.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
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       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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     <item>
-      <title>8</title>
+      <title>00005 - gnomes</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">8 - Sat, 30 Jul 2022 19:19:20
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">00005 - gnomes - Tue, 25 Jul 2022
--0600</guid>
+20:32:23 -0600</guid>
-      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2022 11:47:09 -0600</pubDate>
+      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600</pubDate>
       <description>
         <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="section">00008</h3>
+          <h3 id="section">00005</h3>
           <blockquote>
-          <p>Inky blinks down at their pinecrab apple leather boots
+          <p>As the blahoblins were packing up, Inky persuades Waistcoat
-          consideringly. “Tea’s got the fanciest footgear, but at least
+          to sell a few small bottles of shoe polish, a roughly round
-          we aren’t sporting fetid foot fungi like stockings. Maybe we
+          piece of broken glass and scraps of cheesecloth from the
-          could persuade the egre to let us through? It might set us
+          mountain of debris previously on the ground. Inky rolls Do
-          back half a day trying to find any kobit holes that aren’t
+          Anything 1 and rolls a 4.</p>
-          just non-portable potties.”</p>
           </blockquote>
-          <p>You look down at your boots. How serendipitous that you
+          <p>Inky successfully persuades Waistcoat to sell a few baubles
-          just had them shined by the blahoblins! You feel confident in
+          and trinkets with the first roll of the game!</p>
-          your footwear.</p>
+          <p>They haggle back and forth a little bit, and Inky ends up
-          <blockquote>
+          paying a little more than they wanted to, but they get all the
-          <p>Corraidhín: I may have a solution to the Egre problem. I
+          stuff they wanted. Yay commerce!</p>
-          gesture grandly, as it so happens I always come prepared for a
+          <p>Having concluded business, the blahoblins pack up and
-          fashion show.</p>
+          disappear into the bushes toting their chair, cheese, and vat
-          <p>With a grand gesture I cast a spell to transform my robes
+          of polish.</p>
-          into a stunning suit, complete with top hat, monocle, and
+          <p>The sound of mechanical droning and periodic explosions
-          cane</p>
+          compel you forward to the dig site.</p>
-          <p>I’m certain we can convince the fine fellow to let us pass
+          <p>It is easy to find.</p>
-          if we look the part. Or better yet, I’m almost certain I can
+          <p>It is a large hole blasted deep into the ground. There are
-          distract him while the rest of you sneak past, I’ve been told
+          drills, and conveyor belts, earth moving machines, and all
-          I can be quite verbose and boisterous.</p>
+          kinds of gadgets and gizmos, the purpose of which is not
-          </blockquote>
+          always readily apparent. And there is a zip line that seems to
-          <p>Corraidhín successfully conjures up a stunning suit, surely
+          be the only way down to the bottom.</p>
-          the envy of every dandy, fop, and gentleman in the southern
+          <p>The site is absolutely teeming with gnomes. Diminutive
-          continent, if not all of Basmentaria!</p>
+          humanoids with bright red noses and long, long ears, and long,
-          <p>A nearby gnome gets flush, starts to fan herself excitedly,
+          nimble fingers. All gnomes are compulsive tinkerers and
-          and then explodes dramatically.</p>
+          mechanics, and build fantastic contraptions. All gnomes are
-          <blockquote>
+          women, and are all highly explosive. Which makes their
-          <p>“A splendid idea, with an equally splendid outfit to
+          combustion powered machines extremely dangerous, both for
-          match!” Inky exclaimed. “Then, shall we proceed? Master
+          themselves and for any unfortunate bystanders close enough to
-          Corraidhín, at your signal.”</p>
+          get caught in the blast.</p>
-          </blockquote>
+          <p>A gnome in a white hat comes running up to you. “You there!
-          <p>You proceed down into the gnome hole.</p>
+          Hey! Yes, you!”</p>
-          <p>Retrieval Team 70 glares at you from behind their smoked
+          <p>“Are you the retrieval team? We’ve been expecting you! The
-          glass goggles as you zip line past them. They continue their
+          whole dig is halted because we accidentally blasted into a
-          slow, defeated climb up the scaffolding. Vest shakes its
+          whole nest of Kobits, and they won’t let us get near to keep
-          gopher fist at you and swears, “You haven’t seen the last of
+          digging! They keep sabotaging our machines when we try!”</p>
-          us, Retrieval Team 43!”</p>
+          <p>“They also stole the Ginnarak Crystal that we found! That
-          <p>At the bottom, on solid ground, you approach the entrance
+          thing could have powered such glorious new machines!” She
-          to the kobit caves.</p>
+          pouts.</p>
-          <p>Standing guard at the entrance to the kobit tunnels is a
+          <p>In the background, a gnome who had crawled half way into a
-          massive egre, a fearsome bird beast, muscles rippling and
+          coal bin in the side of some kind of excavator suddenly
-          bulging beneath its beautiful white plumage. It turns its head
+          scrambles quickly out, smoking, and runs around in circles in
-          and regards you with one jet black eye and then the other,
+          a panic. Nearby gnomes dive out of the way as she erupts in a
-          snapping its sharp beak in the air as it tosses its head back
+          small ball of fire. The gnomes wait for the smoke to clear and
-          and forth.</p>
+          then immediately return to working on the contraption.</p>
-          <p>It looks you up and down, and its gaze rests on your
+          <p>The foreman continues talking to you as though nothing
-          freshly polished shoes. It huffs and grunts, “Your shoes look
+          happened. She leads you over to the edge of the hole and
-          clean.” It rests its scrutinizing gaze on Corraidhín’s
+          points to the bottom.</p>
-          garments. “And YOU look FABULOUS!” it exclaims as it tosses
+          <p>“The entrance to their cave is right down there! The zip
-          its head and beats it wings excitedly.</p>
+          line is the second fastest way down.”</p>
-          <p>“You may enter.” It graciously steps aside with a
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          flourish.</p>
-          <p>The smallest of you can stand upright in the kobit tunnels.
-          The largest of you have to crawl.</p>
-          <p>Kobits are small, vaguely mammalian, vaguely reptilian
-          bipedal cave creatures. They are scaly and furry, and live in
-          tunnels deep in the earth. They have huge yellow eyes, and
-          long fine whiskers on their snouts and faces, all of which
-          help them find their way around in the dark. They also have
-          long, thick, coarse, drooping mustaches. The overall effect is
-          that they look like tiny, monstrous, perpetually startled
-          cowboys.</p>
-          <p>You follow the winding tunnel down into the earth.</p>
-          <p>You come around a corner and almost bump right into a
-          kobit. It has eyes like saucers and an awe-inspiring mustache.
-          It wears a name tag (“Corey”) and carries a clipboard. It
-          blinks at you in surprise and then asks, “Who are you? What
-          are you doing in here?” Corey flips through the pages on its
-          clipboard. “There are no upsiders scheduled to arrive today. I
-          don’t think you’re supposed to be here!” Corey glances around
-          nervously with its huge eyes and looks about ready to cry out
-          for help.</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
           <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-08/msg00012.html">www</a></p>
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00035.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>00001 - we meet in a tavern</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">00001 - we meet in a tavern - Tue, 20
+Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="section">00001</h3>
+          <p>“Congratulations!” The slightly tipsy hobbit grins and
+          salutes you with his martini. “On Retrieval Team 43’s
+          inaugural mission! I’m so excited for you, I’m sure you’ll do
+          fantastic!”</p>
+          <p>You are all seated around a table in the corner at Lucy’s
+          Basement. It is dimly lit and fairly noisy. The walls are
+          covered in red velvet curtains, and the tablecloths have
+          little gold tassels. A cloud of purple smoke from candles,
+          cigars, and pipes hangs in the air. Waiters bustle between
+          tables refilling drinks.</p>
+          <p>“So to recap, the Benefactor has tasked you with retrieving
+          the five fabled Ginnarak Crystals. I, Blavin Blandfoot, will
+          be your case manager. You will be paid handsomely for each
+          crystal you retrieve. And if you retrieve all 5, you’ll get to
+          meet the Benefactor at be their guest at their <em>glorious
+          mansion!</em>”</p>
+          <p>“The first crystal has been spotted near a Gnomish dig site
+          in the Tammineaux Forest, just east of here.”</p>
+          <p>“I recommend getting started right away!” He polishes off
+          his drink and squints at his empty glass. “Well, maybe first
+          thing in the morning. Waiter!”</p>
+          <ul>
+          <li>Who are you?</li>
+          <li>What role do you think you will fill on the team?</li>
+          <li>What do you plan to do with your cut of the money?</li>
+          </ul>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
         ]]>
       </description>
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+    <item>
+      <title>14</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">14 - Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:37:41
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:37:41 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="section">00014</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>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!”</p>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <pre><code>&quot;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!&quot;</code></pre>
+          <p>Thus has the epic begun, and Jarrod is pushing the rhythm
+          of the words hard, attempting to draw all eyes and ears to
+          himself.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <p>The aurs, enraptured, immediately flutter down to rest at
+          his feet to listen to the poem.</p>
+          <p>The one Kobit that tripped over its own feet rolls over
+          where it lays on the ground and listens with naked
+          admiration.</p>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <p>“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!”</p>
+          <p>The aurs and the clumsy Kobit all start to fidget as
+          Horse’s outburst threatens to break the spell of Jarrod’s
+          captivating oration.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>“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.”</p>
+          <p>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.”</p>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <p>The mage reaches out and firmly grasps the hilt.</p>
+          <p>You feel a jolt, and the eye rolls back in its socket.</p>
+          <p>You yank on the sword and it budges not one bit. Not one
+          iota!</p>
+          <p>You go to adjust your grip. But your hand is stuck fast!
+          Glued to the hilt of the sword!</p>
+          <p>You look up at the surface of the water, some 10 feet
+          above.</p>
+          <p>You look down at the sword that refuses to release you.</p>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <p>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:</p>
+          <pre><code>---
+name: Yam&#39;l
+conditions: {&quot;stuck&quot;: &quot;true&quot;, &quot;sticky&quot;: &quot;true&quot;}
+greatest desire: stabbing
+...</code></pre>
+          <p>And then an expectant pause, as though the sword eagerly
+          awaits your reply.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <p>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.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
   </channel>
 </rss> 

www/spoilers.html

@@ -227,6 +227,7 @@ Willows</a></li>
 <li><a href="#section-10" id="toc-section-10">00011</a></li>
 <li><a href="#section-11" id="toc-section-11">00012</a></li>
 <li><a href="#section-12" id="toc-section-12">00013</a></li>
+<li><a href="#section-13" id="toc-section-13">00014</a></li>
 </ul></li>
 <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
 <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@@ -345,7 +346,7 @@ opening my own tavern when I retire.”</p>
 <ul>
 <li>Player: marc</li>
 <li>XP: 0</li>
-<li>Skills: Do Anything 1</li>
+<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Oratory 2</li>
 </ul>
 <h3 id="sneaky-willows">Sneaky Willows</h3>
 <details>
@@ -1099,6 +1100,103 @@ to see that it has large leathery wings.</p>
 <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
 <p><a
 href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00011.html">www</a></p>
+<h3 id="section-13">00014</h3>
+<blockquote>
+<p>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!”</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<pre><code>&quot;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!&quot;</code></pre>
+<p>Thus has the epic begun, and Jarrod is pushing the rhythm of the
+words hard, attempting to draw all eyes and ears to himself.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>The aurs, enraptured, immediately flutter down to rest at his feet to
+listen to the poem.</p>
+<p>The one Kobit that tripped over its own feet rolls over where it lays
+on the ground and listens with naked admiration.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>“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!”</p>
+<p>The aurs and the clumsy Kobit all start to fidget as Horse’s outburst
+threatens to break the spell of Jarrod’s captivating oration.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>“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.”</p>
+<p>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.”</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>The mage reaches out and firmly grasps the hilt.</p>
+<p>You feel a jolt, and the eye rolls back in its socket.</p>
+<p>You yank on the sword and it budges not one bit. Not one iota!</p>
+<p>You go to adjust your grip. But your hand is stuck fast! Glued to the
+hilt of the sword!</p>
+<p>You look up at the surface of the water, some 10 feet above.</p>
+<p>You look down at the sword that refuses to release you.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>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:</p>
+<pre><code>---
+name: Yam&#39;l
+conditions: {&quot;stuck&quot;: &quot;true&quot;, &quot;sticky&quot;: &quot;true&quot;}
+greatest desire: stabbing
+...</code></pre>
+<p>And then an expectant pause, as though the sword eagerly awaits your
+reply.</p>
+<blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>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.</p>
+<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+<p><a
+href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
 <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
 <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
 <dt>
@@ -1125,59 +1223,38 @@ a little goblinoid with the head of a goblin shark
 </dd>
 </dl>
 <dt>
-<p>Centaur</p>
+<dl>
-</dt>
+<dt>Centaur</dt>
-<table>
+<dd>
-<tbody>
+<p>A hundred ears with a hundred wings. The size of a small horse. They
-<tr class="odd">
+can really ruin your day.</p>
-<td style="text-align: left;">title:</td>
+</dd>
-</tr>
+<dd>
-<tr class="even">
+<details>
-<td style="text-align: left;">bestiary</td>
+<figure>
-</tr>
+<img src="centaur.png" alt="centaur" />
-<tr class="odd">
+<figcaption aria-hidden="true">centaur</figcaption>
-<td style="text-align: left;">created:</td>
+</figure>
-</tr>
+</details>
-<tr class="even">
+</dd>
-<td style="text-align: left;">Tue, 26</td>
+</dl>
-</tr>
+<p>
-<tr class="odd">
+</p>
-<td style="text-align: left;">Jul 2022</td>
+<dl>
-</tr>
+<dt>Egre</dt>
-<tr class="even">
+<dd>
-<td style="text-align: left;">20:32:23</td>
+Giant muscle bird. Proud, muscly, vain, fashion forward. Beautiful
-</tr>
+plumage.
-<tr class="odd">
+</dd>
-<td style="text-align: left;">-0600</td>
+<dd>
-</tr>
+<details>
-<tr class="even">
+<figure>
-<td style="text-align: left;">updated:</td>
+<img src="egre.png" alt="egre" />
-</tr>
+<figcaption aria-hidden="true">egre</figcaption>
-<tr class="odd">
+</figure>
-<td style="text-align: left;">Tue, 26</td>
+</details>
-</tr>
+</dd>
-<tr class="even">
+</dl>
-<td style="text-align: left;">Jul 2022</td>
-</tr>
-<tr class="odd">
-<td style="text-align: left;">20:32:23</td>
-</tr>
-<tr class="even">
-<td style="text-align: left;">-0600</td>
-</tr>
-<tr class="odd">
-<td style="text-align: left;">public:</td>
-</tr>
-<tr class="even">
-<td style="text-align: left;">yes</td>
-</tr>
-</tbody>
-</table>
-<hr />
-<p>: A hundred ears with a hundred wings. The size of a small horse.
-They can really ruin your day.</p>
-<p>title: bestiary created: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600 updated:
-Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600 public: yes —</p>
 <p>
 </p>
 <dl>
@@ -1199,16 +1276,47 @@ noses, and very long ears. And long nimble fingers.
 </details>
 </dd>
 </dl>
-<p>
+<dt>
-</p>
 <dl>
 <dt>Kobit</dt>
 <dd>
-literally “tunnel host”
+Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy
+mustaches. Extremely rarely, they may grow leathery wings, in which case
+they are revered and elevated by the other kobits.
+</dd>
+</dl>
+<dt>
+<dl>
+<dt>Torque</dt>
+<dd>
+The twisted people. Their bodies literally twisted and warped by magic
+into gruesome forms, these wretched creatures are hated and reviled
+across the lands.
 </dd>
 <dd>
-Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy
+<details>
-mustaches.
+<figure>
+<img src="torque.jpg" alt="torque" />
+<figcaption aria-hidden="true">torque</figcaption>
+</figure>
+</details>
+</dd>
+</dl>
+<dt>
+<dl>
+<dt>Toque</dt>
+<dd>
+Wild men of the mountains. Their long, sloping, vertically-creased
+foreheads and their bulbous, floppy skullcaps make it look like they
+wear chef’s hats. But no, that’s just what their heads look like.
+</dd>
+<dd>
+<details>
+<figure>
+<img src="toque.jpg" alt="toque" />
+<figcaption aria-hidden="true">toque</figcaption>
+</figure>
+</details>
 </dd>
 </dl>
 <h2 id="geography">Geography</h2>