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src/bestiary/gnome.md
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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
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<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>

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<p></p>
Kobit
: literally "tunnel host"
: Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy mustaches.
<dt>Kobit</dt>
: 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.

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<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>

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<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>

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title: jarrod
created: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600
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updated: Wed, 21 Sep 2022 21:06:22 -0400
public: yes
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### Jarrod
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- Player: marc
- XP: 0
- Skills: Do Anything 1
- Skills: Do Anything 1, Oratory 2

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title: 00014
created: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:37:41 -0600
updated: Fri, 16 Sep 2022 14:37:41 -0600
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syndicated: yes
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### 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)

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@ -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 Horses outburst
threatens to break the spell of Jarrods captivating oration.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“Excellent!” Corradihin whispers to Inky nudging her gently as he
does. “It looks like Jarrod has the Kobits covered, Im gonna make a
break for the sword, Im decently, somewhat, sort of positive that its
the legendary sword of Jason. But if Im wrong and its cursed watch my
back. I might need a quick save.”</p>
<p>Corraidhin makes a step forward, “Oh and Inky, if Jarrods
distraction goes awry, shout, Ill 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 wouldnt 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 Json! Its so obvious! How could
you have been so mistaken! This is none other than the infamous Sword of
Yaml. Yaml is of course a superset of Json, 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 Jarrods
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>
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<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>
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<p>
</p>
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</dd>
</dl>
<p>
</p>
<dt>
<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
mustaches.
<details>
<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 chefs hats. But no, thats just what their heads look like.
</dd>
<dd>
<details>
<figure>
<img src="toque.jpg" alt="toque" />
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">toque</figcaption>
</figure>
</details>
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<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
golds in there? Maybe its worth something to nab a piece of
two for ourselves, you know, since were so good at vault
cracking.</p>
<p>While you do that Im going to take a closer look at this
sword, its 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>Its hard to tell from herethe water is not perfectly
clearbut the pattern on the hilt is kind swirly and whirly.
Probably a Sword of Omens.</p>
<p>Unless…</p>
<p>No, its 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,
its possible that this may be then legendary Sword of
JSon.</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 cant 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 theres 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 dont 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>
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<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
golds in there? Maybe its worth something to nab a piece of
two for ourselves, you know, since were so good at vault
cracking.</p>
<p>While you do that Im going to take a closer look at this
sword, its 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>Its hard to tell from herethe water is not perfectly
clearbut the pattern on the hilt is kind swirly and whirly.
Probably a Sword of Omens.</p>
<p>Unless…</p>
<p>No, its 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,
its possible that this may be then legendary Sword of
JSon.</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 cant 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 theres 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 dont 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>
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<p>“Congratulations!” The slightly tipsy hobbit grins and
salutes you with his martini. “On Retrieval Team 43s
inaugural mission! Im so excited for you, Im sure youll do
fantastic!”</p>
<p>You are all seated around a table in the corner at Lucys
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, youll 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>
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<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? Weve been expecting you! The
whole dig is halted because we accidentally blasted into a
whole nest of Kobits, and they wont 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>
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<h3 id="section">00008</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Inky blinks down at their pinecrab apple leather boots
consideringly. “Teas got the fanciest footgear, but at least
we arent 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 arent
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>Im certain we can convince the fine fellow to let us pass
if we look the part. Or better yet, Im almost certain I can
distract him while the rest of you sneak past, Ive 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 havent 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 Corraidhíns
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
dont think youre 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>
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<h3 id="section">00008</h3>
<h3 id="section">00005</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Inky blinks down at their pinecrab apple leather boots
consideringly. “Teas got the fanciest footgear, but at least
we arent 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 arent
just non-portable potties.”</p>
<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>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>Im certain we can convince the fine fellow to let us pass
if we look the part. Or better yet, Im almost certain I can
distract him while the rest of you sneak past, Ive 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 havent 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 Corraidhíns
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
dont think youre 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>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? Weve been expecting you! The
whole dig is halted because we accidentally blasted into a
whole nest of Kobits, and they wont 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/2022-08/msg00012.html">www</a></p>
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00035.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="section">00001</h3>
<p>“Congratulations!” The slightly tipsy hobbit grins and
salutes you with his martini. “On Retrieval Team 43s
inaugural mission! Im so excited for you, Im sure youll do
fantastic!”</p>
<p>You are all seated around a table in the corner at Lucys
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, youll 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>
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<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
Horses outburst threatens to break the spell of Jarrods
captivating oration.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“Excellent!” Corradihin whispers to Inky nudging her gently
as he does. “It looks like Jarrod has the Kobits covered, Im
gonna make a break for the sword, Im decently, somewhat, sort
of positive that its the legendary sword of Jason. But if Im
wrong and its cursed watch my back. I might need a quick
save.”</p>
<p>Corraidhin makes a step forward, “Oh and Inky, if Jarrods
distraction goes awry, shout, Ill 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 wouldnt 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 Json! Its so obvious!
How could you have been so mistaken! This is none other than
the infamous Sword of Yaml. Yaml is of course a superset of
Json, 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 Jarrods 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>
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<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>
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<li>Player: marc</li>
<li>XP: 0</li>
<li>Skills: Do Anything 1</li>
<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Oratory 2</li>
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<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 Horses outburst
threatens to break the spell of Jarrods captivating oration.</p>
<blockquote>
<p>“Excellent!” Corradihin whispers to Inky nudging her gently as he
does. “It looks like Jarrod has the Kobits covered, Im gonna make a
break for the sword, Im decently, somewhat, sort of positive that its
the legendary sword of Jason. But if Im wrong and its cursed watch my
back. I might need a quick save.”</p>
<p>Corraidhin makes a step forward, “Oh and Inky, if Jarrods
distraction goes awry, shout, Ill 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 wouldnt 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 Json! Its so obvious! How could
you have been so mistaken! This is none other than the infamous Sword of
Yaml. Yaml is of course a superset of Json, 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 Jarrods
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>
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<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>
</dt>
<table>
<tbody>
<tr class="odd">
<td style="text-align: left;">title:</td>
</tr>
<tr class="even">
<td style="text-align: left;">bestiary</td>
</tr>
<tr class="odd">
<td style="text-align: left;">created:</td>
</tr>
<tr class="even">
<td style="text-align: left;">Tue, 26</td>
</tr>
<tr class="odd">
<td style="text-align: left;">Jul 2022</td>
</tr>
<tr class="even">
<td style="text-align: left;">20:32:23</td>
</tr>
<tr class="odd">
<td style="text-align: left;">-0600</td>
</tr>
<tr class="even">
<td style="text-align: left;">updated:</td>
</tr>
<tr class="odd">
<td style="text-align: left;">Tue, 26</td>
</tr>
<tr class="even">
<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>
<dl>
<dt>Centaur</dt>
<dd>
<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>
<dl>
<dt>Egre</dt>
<dd>
Giant muscle bird. Proud, muscly, vain, fashion forward. Beautiful
plumage.
</dd>
<dd>
<details>
<figure>
<img src="egre.png" alt="egre" />
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">egre</figcaption>
</figure>
</details>
</dd>
</dl>
<p>
</p>
<dl>
@ -1199,16 +1276,47 @@ noses, and very long ears. And long nimble fingers.
</details>
</dd>
</dl>
<p>
</p>
<dt>
<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
mustaches.
<details>
<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 chefs hats. But no, thats 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>

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