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- Beaker (and Cio) trailing the BANDits?
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- Beaker (and Cio) trailing the BANDits?
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- Benefactor wants Crystals to kill a god
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- Benefactor wants Crystals to kill a god
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- Golden Iris wants Crystals to make a new god
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- Golden Iris wants Crystals to make a new god
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- Gnu Zealots seek Sitopotnia the Corn Mother (aligned with Golden Iris)
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- Gnu Zealots (aligned with Golden Iris) seek to open source godhood
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- Sitopotnia has offered new corn-based bodies to the cyberplasm if they can deliver to her the Quintessence
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- Blavin double agent with Golden Iris
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- Blavin double agent with Golden Iris
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- BATT wants to preserve the timeline
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- BATT wants to preserve the timeline
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- Felixe and Corraidhin
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- Felixe and Corraidhin
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@ -330,8 +330,8 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
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<p>Total length: 44522 words / 190 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 44522 words / 190 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
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just the story.)</p>
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just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 163 messages posted over 162 days since the first
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<p>There have been 165 messages posted over 162 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.00.</p>
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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email.</p>
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<link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link>
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<link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link>
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<description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description>
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<description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description>
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<title>43</title>
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<title>42</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<h3 id="00043">00043</h3>
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<h3 id="00042">00042</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Pirates?! Again?! Alex groans, unfortunately he’s run into
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<p>This seems a bit strange. Certainly Blavin has been pulling
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this crew of dastardly mostly cybernetic punks in the past.
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strings from behind the scenes the whole time, but why
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Nasty group back home, always kept the precinct busy. Not
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coordinate a special escort for us when there are other
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necessarily with the detective work, it was always a little
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retrieval teams, and we’ve been less than amicable with the
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obvious when they showed up. They have a flair for the
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bloke the entire time.. Alex thinks to himself.</p>
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dramatic.</p>
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<p><em>DM: I’d like to check for any signs of deceit in the
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<p>Alex shouts to Inky & Jarrod “Come on, we need to get
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toques demeanor or communcations with us</em></p>
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in one of those balloons and fast!” he then darts off in the
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<p>Confidence you said right? What would you do if I simply
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direction of the nearest abandoned balloon in the market
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chose not to accompany you? I mean, there’s a whole city
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place, not looking to see if his companions had followed
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around us, perhaps I’d prefer a drink before climbing a
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him.</p>
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mountains worth of stairs. Or better yet, I could get back on
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<p><em>internally</em> I know these guys have pulled off
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the boat and ride to the top and same myself the hassle.</p>
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smaller heists, they could just be attacking the hotel to
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plunder riches from its guests. They don’t seem the likes of a
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retrieval team.. Then again, that Blavin fellow has multiple
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teams working for him, and he doesn’t seem all too picky about
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how they get the job done, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d
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hired some brigands hoping they’d get the gems faster.</p>
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<p>Alex conjures up another bug, a stag beetle this time, and
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casts it away at the pirate ship. It’ll probably take some
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time to catch up, but once it does we’ll be able to keep an
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eye on the pirate’s ship and general actions, at least within
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line of sight of the bug.</p>
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<p>As Alex reaches the balloon he grabs the ruby hilted dagger
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and cuts the mooring lines keeping it down, and jumps into the
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basket preparing for take off.</p>
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<p>You spot a balloon that has already been knocked half loose
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<p>Bread once again looks confused. Confidence looks
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of its mooring by the pirate attack. The basket is listing to
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surprised, caught off guard.</p>
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the side and tugging at the one remaining rope tying it down
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Its owner scurries around in circles trying to secure it.</p>
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Alex rolls Investigation 2 to check for signs of deceit
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<p>The vertical panels of the balloon are all different
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3 5 = Partial Success / Success at Cost
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colors, creating a brilliant rainbow pattern. The large woven
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basket is large enough for maybe three people.</p>
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<p>Confidence sputters, “Well, yes, of course. You’ve been
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<p>You leap inside, swinging the ruby hilted dagger at the
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traveling for some time now, haven’t you? I can assure you
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remaining mooring line. The balloon owner cries out in dismay.
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that the food and drink at Runesocesius will be better than
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The basket shifts beneath your feet as the balloon tugs it
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anything you can get here! But the choice is entirely yours.
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skyward.</p>
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Feel free to avail yourself of the local offerings. We will
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<p>In the burner, a small sunspoke—a minor fire elemental—is
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wait here at the steps for you.”</p>
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merrily burning away, producing a modest flame that is hot
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<p>Bread nods slowly, and seems to trailing behind the
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enough to lift the balloon slowly above the market into the
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conversation just a second or two.</p>
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sky. There is a knob valve on the side of the burner to allow
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<p>Their reactions seem genuine to you despite the
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more oxygen to flow in, thereby feeding the sunspoke and
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circumstances. They seem like a couple of low level employees
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encouraging it to burn more intensely and raise the balloon
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of a luxury hotel earnestly trying to follow the instructions
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higher and faster. The valve is currently only about one third
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they’ve been given.</p>
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open.</p>
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<p>There are a couple of stalls and vendors set up around the
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<p>A pile of blankets in one corner of the basket—and that
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gondola station. Many of them serve mulled wine and hot
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area of the basket itself—is covered in blood. Somebody
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chocolate. There is some edible fare. Hot sandwiches and
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injured in the pirate attack must have temporarily climbed
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pitas. Nothing that an empanada from Enrique’s wouldn’t put to
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into the basket looking for cover? As you’re about to look
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shame. But they look hot and steamy, and of great comfort to
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away, something large-ish (small for a human, large for an
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anybody who might be hungry and cold. There are a few fire
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animal) under the blankets shifts and moves.</p>
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pits, next to which there are long benches with blankets,
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where you might sit and warm up for a bit.</p>
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<p>The gondola lift ends here, and does not continue up to the
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mountain any further. The cloud steps are the most common way
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to get up to the peak, and to the Runesocesius. But you’re
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pretty sure one or two of the stalls here offers balloon rides
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up to the peak for thrill seekers and for those with
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accessibility needs.</p>
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<p>Inky stares after Alex’s sprinting figure before shrugging
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<p>“I think you already know I’m interested in neither bread
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and stepping towards one of the stalls selling sandwiches
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nor cheese, the second of which I certainly did not ask for
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bowled over by one of the large boulders. They place some
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yet you tried to offer in your hasty pretence.” Inky smiles
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loose change on the stall’s wooden sign that had tipped over
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thinly at the toques.</p>
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on the ground and pocket one of the sandwiches displayed
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<p>Taking out a small bag of gold coins and weighing it slowly
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inside an open chest oven. Next, they pick up several of the
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on one hand to the sound of coins clinking inside the pouch,
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scented candles scattered on the ground by the crash, throwing
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Inky continues, “Speak, answer our questions frankly and you
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some coins in the direction of the disoriented vendor before
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will be rewarded. The hotelier up there need not know. Breathe
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continuing at a leisurely pace up the steps to the hotel,
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a word of our little chat to another soul, however …” Inky’s
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taking in the balloonship and surrounding scenery. The members
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gaze cut briefly to four snow ravens perched atop a spiral
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of their merry party arriving first can hold their own as well
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lamp post and back, “and you will learn the meaning of
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as the fort of a hotel.</p>
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disappearing without a trace.”</p>
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<p>You do a little leisurely shopping as the vendors and other
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<p>Bread looks confused. You are starting to believe it is
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shoppers put out fires and tend to the injured. With a couple
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their default expression. “So, you <em>don’t</em> want no
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scented candles and a sandwich safely in your pocket, you
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chee—”</p>
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start to climb the cloud steps, enjoying the scenery as you
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<p>“Our only desire is to help!” Confidence hastily
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go. Bread and Confidence have quite a bit of a head start on
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interrupts. He smiles pleasingly. “We are your guides! Not
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you, and are nowhere to be seen. As the stairway winds around
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just physically up the steps, but in all things here on Kelsun
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the mountainside, the market and its bustle recede from view,
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Peak. You have but to ask, and if it is within our power to
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and soon you are quite isolated and alone.</p>
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give it, it will be yours! We are but humble ser—”</p>
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<p>The majesty of creation is humbling here: the endless,
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<p>And just then Confidence is also suddenly interrupted. A
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roiling ocean of cloud; the towering mountain of rock. It’s as
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thundering boom like a canon sounds from somewhere nearby,
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though this was the creator’s playground when they were still
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followed quickly by an explosion somewhere up above. Snow
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trying to figure out scale. Before they quite got it right for
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ravens fly off in all directions in a panic. The sound ripples
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human-sized creatures.</p>
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through the mountaintop, rattling the ground on which you
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<p>About halfway up your climb, it starts raining sheets of
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stand. A bunch of small rocks and two large boulders shake
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paper. You snatch one and read it. Some heroic fantasy about
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loose from the mountainside. Shoppers and travelers shout and
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slaying demons and facing great peril. You grab another. A
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duck for cover as they are pelted by the scree. One of the
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bodice-ripping romance. Another. A gourmand’s food tour of
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large boulder bounces clear over the station and plummets down
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Basmentaria, eating their way from coast to coast. A murder
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the side of the mountain before disappearing into the cloud
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mystery whodunnit. An aetherwael handler’s guide to
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ocean below. The second one falls straight toward the
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interplanetary travel. How to grow your own fortified
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platform. A vendor selling wreaths and candles dives out of
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pumpkins. On the Care and Maintenance of Fortles. The Rise and
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the way as his stall is crushed by the boulder. A bench is
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Fall and Rise of Palace Runesocesius. Within a minute, you
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toppled over, spilling its blankets into the fire pit, and
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have fists full of an entire library’s worth of snippets and
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catches fire, quickly spreading to another nearby stall.</p>
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passages.</p>
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<p>Bread looks up at the sky, confused. You see a thin line of
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<p>~</p>
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black smoke starting to rise up into the sky from over the
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<p>It looks as though Alex will approach the hotel by balloon
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ridge where the Runesocesius lies. Confidence shouts, and you
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from the non-pirate side. And Inky’s approach by stair will
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see him pointing at the sea, where a balloonship is rising up
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deposit them at the hotel entrance, roughly
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out of the cloud bank, sailing quickly toward you and the
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pirate-adjacent.</p>
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summit of Kelsun Peak.</p>
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<p>It resembles a seafaring ship, but instead of masts and
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sails, it has two large, colorful, patchwork balloons that
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provide it lift. A large fan on a pivot at the rear of the
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ship provides thrust. As you watch, it fires a second
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canon—that <em>is</em> what the sound was!—nearly straight up,
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arcing up and over the peak at Palace Runesocesius.</p>
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<p>The crew of the ship bustle around on the deck of the ship,
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reloading the canons, firing the balloons, shouting, giving
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and following orders.</p>
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<p>“Cyberplasms,” groans Confidence, and Bread whimpers. Alex,
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that quiet, dull, static roar that has been constantly
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tickling the back of your head ever since you found that
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dagger seems to rise in pitch and in tone. It conveys a sense
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of urgency, of warning. You can <em>almost</em> hear a
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desperate voice behind the static fuzz cautioning you,
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“Evil…”</p>
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<p>The only corporeal element of the crew are their cybernetic
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enhancements. A mechanical leg. A synthetic eye. A claw, a
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hook, a hand. An arm canon. Almost all of them have more than
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one, some as many as 3 or 5. The cybernetic pieces of each
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individual crew member are held together by plasmic energy
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arcs, crackling blue and green. And surrounding the bioware
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and the plasmic arcs of each crew member, like a blanket or a
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cocoon, is the translucent, wavering, ghostly form of some
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humanoid long-dead.</p>
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<p>The figure standing on the deck surveying the work of the
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rest of the crew—presumably the captain—has a synthetic eye
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rotating freely, 360 degrees in all directions, inside its
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skull-like head; a bulky arm canon; and a thin robotic leg
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terminating in a thick boot. Plasmic blasts arc through its
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core, sometimes disrupting and glitching its ghostly body.</p>
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<p>The captain raises its arm canon and shouts to the crew.
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Its voice carried on the breeze sounds like something
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otherworldly rising slowly from the murky deep. “Fire the
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canon, boys! And fire up the balloons! Drop the ballast! That
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crystal is <em>ours!</em>”</p>
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soon is firing grappling hooks at it to pull themselves in and
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<p>Bread looks at you, wide-eyed and trembling. They let loose
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“Bread!” Confidence yells after them. They cast a backward
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glance at you. “I’ve got to help Bread! We’ve got to save the
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hotel!” And they give chase to their fellow toque, bounding up
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00217.html">www</a></p>
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00203.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00042">00042</h3>
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<p>This seems a bit strange. Certainly Blavin has been pulling
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<p>Pirates?! Again?! Alex groans, unfortunately he’s run into
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strings from behind the scenes the whole time, but why
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this crew of dastardly mostly cybernetic punks in the past.
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coordinate a special escort for us when there are other
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Nasty group back home, always kept the precinct busy. Not
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retrieval teams, and we’ve been less than amicable with the
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necessarily with the detective work, it was always a little
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bloke the entire time.. Alex thinks to himself.</p>
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obvious when they showed up. They have a flair for the
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<p><em>DM: I’d like to check for any signs of deceit in the
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dramatic.</p>
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toques demeanor or communcations with us</em></p>
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<p>Alex shouts to Inky & Jarrod “Come on, we need to get
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<p>Confidence you said right? What would you do if I simply
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in one of those balloons and fast!” he then darts off in the
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chose not to accompany you? I mean, there’s a whole city
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direction of the nearest abandoned balloon in the market
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around us, perhaps I’d prefer a drink before climbing a
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place, not looking to see if his companions had followed
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mountains worth of stairs. Or better yet, I could get back on
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him.</p>
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the boat and ride to the top and same myself the hassle.</p>
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smaller heists, they could just be attacking the hotel to
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plunder riches from its guests. They don’t seem the likes of a
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retrieval team.. Then again, that Blavin fellow has multiple
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teams working for him, and he doesn’t seem all too picky about
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how they get the job done, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d
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hired some brigands hoping they’d get the gems faster.</p>
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<p>Alex conjures up another bug, a stag beetle this time, and
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casts it away at the pirate ship. It’ll probably take some
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time to catch up, but once it does we’ll be able to keep an
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eye on the pirate’s ship and general actions, at least within
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line of sight of the bug.</p>
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<p>As Alex reaches the balloon he grabs the ruby hilted dagger
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and cuts the mooring lines keeping it down, and jumps into the
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basket preparing for take off.</p>
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<p>Bread once again looks confused. Confidence looks
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<p>You spot a balloon that has already been knocked half loose
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surprised, caught off guard.</p>
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of its mooring by the pirate attack. The basket is listing to
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the side and tugging at the one remaining rope tying it down
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Alex rolls Investigation 2 to check for signs of deceit
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Its owner scurries around in circles trying to secure it.</p>
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3 5 = Partial Success / Success at Cost
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<p>The vertical panels of the balloon are all different
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colors, creating a brilliant rainbow pattern. The large woven
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<p>Confidence sputters, “Well, yes, of course. You’ve been
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basket is large enough for maybe three people.</p>
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traveling for some time now, haven’t you? I can assure you
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<p>You leap inside, swinging the ruby hilted dagger at the
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that the food and drink at Runesocesius will be better than
|
remaining mooring line. The balloon owner cries out in dismay.
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anything you can get here! But the choice is entirely yours.
|
The basket shifts beneath your feet as the balloon tugs it
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Feel free to avail yourself of the local offerings. We will
|
skyward.</p>
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wait here at the steps for you.”</p>
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<p>In the burner, a small sunspoke—a minor fire elemental—is
|
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<p>Bread nods slowly, and seems to trailing behind the
|
merrily burning away, producing a modest flame that is hot
|
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conversation just a second or two.</p>
|
enough to lift the balloon slowly above the market into the
|
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<p>Their reactions seem genuine to you despite the
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sky. There is a knob valve on the side of the burner to allow
|
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circumstances. They seem like a couple of low level employees
|
more oxygen to flow in, thereby feeding the sunspoke and
|
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of a luxury hotel earnestly trying to follow the instructions
|
encouraging it to burn more intensely and raise the balloon
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they’ve been given.</p>
|
higher and faster. The valve is currently only about one third
|
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<p>There are a couple of stalls and vendors set up around the
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open.</p>
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gondola station. Many of them serve mulled wine and hot
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<p>A pile of blankets in one corner of the basket—and that
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chocolate. There is some edible fare. Hot sandwiches and
|
area of the basket itself—is covered in blood. Somebody
|
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pitas. Nothing that an empanada from Enrique’s wouldn’t put to
|
injured in the pirate attack must have temporarily climbed
|
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shame. But they look hot and steamy, and of great comfort to
|
into the basket looking for cover? As you’re about to look
|
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anybody who might be hungry and cold. There are a few fire
|
away, something large-ish (small for a human, large for an
|
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pits, next to which there are long benches with blankets,
|
animal) under the blankets shifts and moves.</p>
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where you might sit and warm up for a bit.</p>
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<p>The gondola lift ends here, and does not continue up to the
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mountain any further. The cloud steps are the most common way
|
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to get up to the peak, and to the Runesocesius. But you’re
|
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pretty sure one or two of the stalls here offers balloon rides
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up to the peak for thrill seekers and for those with
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accessibility needs.</p>
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<p>“I think you already know I’m interested in neither bread
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<p>Inky stares after Alex’s sprinting figure before shrugging
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nor cheese, the second of which I certainly did not ask for
|
and stepping towards one of the stalls selling sandwiches
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yet you tried to offer in your hasty pretence.” Inky smiles
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bowled over by one of the large boulders. They place some
|
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thinly at the toques.</p>
|
loose change on the stall’s wooden sign that had tipped over
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<p>Taking out a small bag of gold coins and weighing it slowly
|
on the ground and pocket one of the sandwiches displayed
|
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on one hand to the sound of coins clinking inside the pouch,
|
inside an open chest oven. Next, they pick up several of the
|
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Inky continues, “Speak, answer our questions frankly and you
|
scented candles scattered on the ground by the crash, throwing
|
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will be rewarded. The hotelier up there need not know. Breathe
|
some coins in the direction of the disoriented vendor before
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a word of our little chat to another soul, however …” Inky’s
|
continuing at a leisurely pace up the steps to the hotel,
|
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gaze cut briefly to four snow ravens perched atop a spiral
|
taking in the balloonship and surrounding scenery. The members
|
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lamp post and back, “and you will learn the meaning of
|
of their merry party arriving first can hold their own as well
|
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disappearing without a trace.”</p>
|
as the fort of a hotel.</p>
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<p>Bread looks confused. You are starting to believe it is
|
<p>You do a little leisurely shopping as the vendors and other
|
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their default expression. “So, you <em>don’t</em> want no
|
shoppers put out fires and tend to the injured. With a couple
|
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chee—”</p>
|
scented candles and a sandwich safely in your pocket, you
|
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<p>“Our only desire is to help!” Confidence hastily
|
start to climb the cloud steps, enjoying the scenery as you
|
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interrupts. He smiles pleasingly. “We are your guides! Not
|
go. Bread and Confidence have quite a bit of a head start on
|
||||||
just physically up the steps, but in all things here on Kelsun
|
you, and are nowhere to be seen. As the stairway winds around
|
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Peak. You have but to ask, and if it is within our power to
|
the mountainside, the market and its bustle recede from view,
|
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give it, it will be yours! We are but humble ser—”</p>
|
and soon you are quite isolated and alone.</p>
|
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<p>And just then Confidence is also suddenly interrupted. A
|
<p>The majesty of creation is humbling here: the endless,
|
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thundering boom like a canon sounds from somewhere nearby,
|
roiling ocean of cloud; the towering mountain of rock. It’s as
|
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followed quickly by an explosion somewhere up above. Snow
|
though this was the creator’s playground when they were still
|
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ravens fly off in all directions in a panic. The sound ripples
|
trying to figure out scale. Before they quite got it right for
|
||||||
through the mountaintop, rattling the ground on which you
|
human-sized creatures.</p>
|
||||||
stand. A bunch of small rocks and two large boulders shake
|
<p>About halfway up your climb, it starts raining sheets of
|
||||||
loose from the mountainside. Shoppers and travelers shout and
|
paper. You snatch one and read it. Some heroic fantasy about
|
||||||
duck for cover as they are pelted by the scree. One of the
|
slaying demons and facing great peril. You grab another. A
|
||||||
large boulder bounces clear over the station and plummets down
|
bodice-ripping romance. Another. A gourmand’s food tour of
|
||||||
the side of the mountain before disappearing into the cloud
|
Basmentaria, eating their way from coast to coast. A murder
|
||||||
ocean below. The second one falls straight toward the
|
mystery whodunnit. An aetherwael handler’s guide to
|
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platform. A vendor selling wreaths and candles dives out of
|
interplanetary travel. How to grow your own fortified
|
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the way as his stall is crushed by the boulder. A bench is
|
pumpkins. On the Care and Maintenance of Fortles. The Rise and
|
||||||
toppled over, spilling its blankets into the fire pit, and
|
Fall and Rise of Palace Runesocesius. Within a minute, you
|
||||||
catches fire, quickly spreading to another nearby stall.</p>
|
have fists full of an entire library’s worth of snippets and
|
||||||
<p>Bread looks up at the sky, confused. You see a thin line of
|
passages.</p>
|
||||||
black smoke starting to rise up into the sky from over the
|
<p>~</p>
|
||||||
ridge where the Runesocesius lies. Confidence shouts, and you
|
<p>It looks as though Alex will approach the hotel by balloon
|
||||||
see him pointing at the sea, where a balloonship is rising up
|
from the non-pirate side. And Inky’s approach by stair will
|
||||||
out of the cloud bank, sailing quickly toward you and the
|
deposit them at the hotel entrance, roughly
|
||||||
summit of Kelsun Peak.</p>
|
pirate-adjacent.</p>
|
||||||
<p>It resembles a seafaring ship, but instead of masts and
|
|
||||||
sails, it has two large, colorful, patchwork balloons that
|
|
||||||
provide it lift. A large fan on a pivot at the rear of the
|
|
||||||
ship provides thrust. As you watch, it fires a second
|
|
||||||
canon—that <em>is</em> what the sound was!—nearly straight up,
|
|
||||||
arcing up and over the peak at Palace Runesocesius.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>The crew of the ship bustle around on the deck of the ship,
|
|
||||||
reloading the canons, firing the balloons, shouting, giving
|
|
||||||
and following orders.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>“Cyberplasms,” groans Confidence, and Bread whimpers. Alex,
|
|
||||||
that quiet, dull, static roar that has been constantly
|
|
||||||
tickling the back of your head ever since you found that
|
|
||||||
dagger seems to rise in pitch and in tone. It conveys a sense
|
|
||||||
of urgency, of warning. You can <em>almost</em> hear a
|
|
||||||
desperate voice behind the static fuzz cautioning you,
|
|
||||||
“Evil…”</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>The only corporeal element of the crew are their cybernetic
|
|
||||||
enhancements. A mechanical leg. A synthetic eye. A claw, a
|
|
||||||
hook, a hand. An arm canon. Almost all of them have more than
|
|
||||||
one, some as many as 3 or 5. The cybernetic pieces of each
|
|
||||||
individual crew member are held together by plasmic energy
|
|
||||||
arcs, crackling blue and green. And surrounding the bioware
|
|
||||||
and the plasmic arcs of each crew member, like a blanket or a
|
|
||||||
cocoon, is the translucent, wavering, ghostly form of some
|
|
||||||
humanoid long-dead.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>The figure standing on the deck surveying the work of the
|
|
||||||
rest of the crew—presumably the captain—has a synthetic eye
|
|
||||||
rotating freely, 360 degrees in all directions, inside its
|
|
||||||
skull-like head; a bulky arm canon; and a thin robotic leg
|
|
||||||
terminating in a thick boot. Plasmic blasts arc through its
|
|
||||||
core, sometimes disrupting and glitching its ghostly body.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>The captain raises its arm canon and shouts to the crew.
|
|
||||||
Its voice carried on the breeze sounds like something
|
|
||||||
otherworldly rising slowly from the murky deep. “Fire the
|
|
||||||
canon, boys! And fire up the balloons! Drop the ballast! That
|
|
||||||
crystal is <em>ours!</em>”</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>It happens very quickly: the ship ascends to the summit and
|
|
||||||
soon is firing grappling hooks at it to pull themselves in and
|
|
||||||
breach the walls of the hotel.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>Bread looks at you, wide-eyed and trembling. They let loose
|
|
||||||
a pitiful wail and turn and start running up the steps.
|
|
||||||
“Bread!” Confidence yells after them. They cast a backward
|
|
||||||
glance at you. “I’ve got to help Bread! We’ve got to save the
|
|
||||||
hotel!” And they give chase to their fellow toque, bounding up
|
|
||||||
the cloudstuff steps.</p>
|
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00203.html">www</a></p>
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a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air
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|
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its
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|
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fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright
|
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yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to
|
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|
glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.</p>
|
||||||
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<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the
|
||||||
|
Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the
|
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mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its
|
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hoard.</p>
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<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to
|
||||||
|
the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you.
|
||||||
|
They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you
|
||||||
|
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|
||||||
|
thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the
|
||||||
|
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|
||||||
|
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|
||||||
|
extensive library.</p>
|
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<p>You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets,
|
||||||
|
jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small
|
||||||
|
bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted
|
||||||
|
face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from
|
||||||
|
you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place.
|
||||||
|
You have found a frightened hemogoblin stowaway!</p>
|
||||||
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
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<p><a
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|
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rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more
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intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back
|
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to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings.
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|
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||||||
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|
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|
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<p>Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the
|
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|
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|
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its
|
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||||||
little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra
|
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||||||
fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright
|
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||||||
yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to
|
|
||||||
glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the
|
|
||||||
Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the
|
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||||||
mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its
|
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||||||
hoard.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to
|
|
||||||
the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you.
|
|
||||||
They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you
|
|
||||||
can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A
|
|
||||||
thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the
|
|
||||||
tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air
|
|
||||||
with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an
|
|
||||||
extensive library.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets,
|
|
||||||
jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small
|
|
||||||
bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted
|
|
||||||
face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from
|
|
||||||
you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place.
|
|
||||||
You have found a frightened hemogoblin stowaway!</p>
|
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
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<p>As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute
|
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little hemogoblin appears. “Aww little fellas just scared.”
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Alex lowers the dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin.
|
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Best to leave it be for now, there’s more important
|
|
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things.</p>
|
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<p>As the balloon gets within range of the ship Alex begins to
|
|
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scan the deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his
|
|
||||||
bug to track the location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It
|
|
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looks like there may be an opporunity to jump from the balloon
|
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to the ship. After that cutting the zip lines would give me
|
|
||||||
the opporunity to steal the ship, leaving the cyberplasms
|
|
||||||
trapped at the top of the hotel.</p>
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|
||||||
<p>Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship.
|
|
||||||
The vast majority of them have zipped into the hotel
|
|
||||||
tower.</p>
|
|
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<p>You check your bug’s feed. It has gone almost entirely
|
|
||||||
unnoticed in the fracas, and you are able to piece together a
|
|
||||||
clear picture of the inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand
|
|
||||||
library, its galleries spanning each floor of the tower. One
|
|
||||||
of the largest collections in all of Basmentaria.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and
|
|
||||||
are pouring into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to
|
|
||||||
see a rail-thin, bald and mustachioed man standing defensively
|
|
||||||
in front of a display case. “No! You can’t!” he exclaims as a
|
|
||||||
disembodied sickle approaches him in a cloud of electricity
|
|
||||||
and ectoplasm.</p>
|
|
||||||
<p>Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of
|
|
||||||
rock the size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.</p>
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||||||
<p>Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked
|
|
||||||
up along the path up to read later, including a number that
|
|
||||||
from a cursory glance appear to be from a culinary collection
|
|
||||||
and a few from some moth-eaten but finely illustrated
|
|
||||||
botanical tome, among others.</p>
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<p>Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and
|
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running off in the opposite direction.</p>
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energy, smears of ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it
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the energy stored in its cybernetic leg and a metal skull
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plate.</p>
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stand up. Two toques leap out of the door after it. You
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recognize Bread and Confidence right away.</p>
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tin baking sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as
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makeshift armor, and have a couple of dangerous looking
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kitchen knives hanging from their belt. At the moment they are
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swinging a large meat tenderizer over their head as though it
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were a war hammer.</p>
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gloves, and have a trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or
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rake strapped to their back.</p>
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skull plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands
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at the leg. As soon as the prosthetics go offline and the
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plasmic arcs cease firing, there is nothing left holding the
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ectoplasm together and the ghost kind of dissipates into the
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air with a soft wail.</p>
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<p>They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing
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their offensive stances. “Oh!” cries Bread. “It’s you!”</p>
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<p>“You don’t happen,” asks Confidence, “to need a guide, do
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you?”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00227.html">www</a></p>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">45 - Tue, 20 Dec 2022 10:15:23
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<p>As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute
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little hemogoblin appears. “Aww little fellas just scared.”
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Alex lowers the dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin.
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Best to leave it be for now, there’s more important
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things.</p>
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scan the deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his
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bug to track the location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It
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looks like there may be an opporunity to jump from the balloon
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to the ship. After that cutting the zip lines would give me
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the opporunity to steal the ship, leaving the cyberplasms
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trapped at the top of the hotel.</p>
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<p>Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship.
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The vast majority of them have zipped into the hotel
|
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tower.</p>
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<p>You check your bug’s feed. It has gone almost entirely
|
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unnoticed in the fracas, and you are able to piece together a
|
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clear picture of the inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand
|
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library, its galleries spanning each floor of the tower. One
|
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|
of the largest collections in all of Basmentaria.</p>
|
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<p>The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and
|
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|
are pouring into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to
|
||||||
|
see a rail-thin, bald and mustachioed man standing defensively
|
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|
in front of a display case. “No! You can’t!” he exclaims as a
|
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|
disembodied sickle approaches him in a cloud of electricity
|
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|
and ectoplasm.</p>
|
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|
<p>Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of
|
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|
rock the size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.</p>
|
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|
<blockquote>
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<p>Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked
|
||||||
|
up along the path up to read later, including a number that
|
||||||
|
from a cursory glance appear to be from a culinary collection
|
||||||
|
and a few from some moth-eaten but finely illustrated
|
||||||
|
botanical tome, among others.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and
|
||||||
|
manages to catch a frantic-looking attendant near the
|
||||||
|
reception to ask the whereabouts of the hotelier, indicating
|
||||||
|
they had a business appointment with said manager.</p>
|
||||||
|
</blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>You walk in through the hotel’s main entrance. The grandeur
|
||||||
|
would take your breath away were it not for the shouting and
|
||||||
|
the smoke and the explosions coming from down the hall to your
|
||||||
|
right.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>You wave down a passing hotel clerk and inquire after the
|
||||||
|
hotelier. They are hauling a large bucket of hot water, and
|
||||||
|
carrying an oversized bundle of clean towels under one arm.
|
||||||
|
They pause for a moment to look at you incredulously before
|
||||||
|
running off in the opposite direction.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>A cry rings out nearby and a Cyberplasm flies through an
|
||||||
|
open door down the hallway. It lands in a heap of crackling
|
||||||
|
energy, smears of ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it
|
||||||
|
were bleeding heavily. It seems to be barely held together by
|
||||||
|
the energy stored in its cybernetic leg and a metal skull
|
||||||
|
plate.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>It scoots backwards on its hands and its butt, trying to
|
||||||
|
stand up. Two toques leap out of the door after it. You
|
||||||
|
recognize Bread and Confidence right away.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Bread has obviously been to the kitchens. They are wearing
|
||||||
|
tin baking sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as
|
||||||
|
makeshift armor, and have a couple of dangerous looking
|
||||||
|
kitchen knives hanging from their belt. At the moment they are
|
||||||
|
swinging a large meat tenderizer over their head as though it
|
||||||
|
were a war hammer.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Confidence, meanwhile, has been to the gardener’s shed.
|
||||||
|
They are wearing a heavy leather apron and thick leather
|
||||||
|
gloves, and have a trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or
|
||||||
|
rake strapped to their back.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Bread lowers their hammer on Cyberplasms head, denting the
|
||||||
|
skull plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands
|
||||||
|
at the leg. As soon as the prosthetics go offline and the
|
||||||
|
plasmic arcs cease firing, there is nothing left holding the
|
||||||
|
ectoplasm together and the ghost kind of dissipates into the
|
||||||
|
air with a soft wail.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing
|
||||||
|
their offensive stances. “Oh!” cries Bread. “It’s you!”</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>“You don’t happen,” asks Confidence, “to need a guide, do
|
||||||
|
you?”</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||||
|
<p><a
|
||||||
|
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00227.html">www</a></p>
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|
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<title>38</title>
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<title>38</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
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|
|
@ -333,8 +333,8 @@ id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
|
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<p>Total length: 44522 words / 190 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
<p>Total length: 44522 words / 190 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
|
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
|
||||||
just the story.)</p>
|
just the story.)</p>
|
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<p>There have been 163 messages posted over 162 days since the first
|
<p>There have been 165 messages posted over 162 days since the first
|
||||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.00.</p>
|
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</p>
|
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
|
<h2 id="about">About</h2>
|
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
|
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
|
||||||
email.</p>
|
email.</p>
|
||||||
|
@ -5535,8 +5535,10 @@ embers.</p>
|
||||||
<li>Beaker (and Cio) trailing the BANDits?</li>
|
<li>Beaker (and Cio) trailing the BANDits?</li>
|
||||||
<li>Benefactor wants Crystals to kill a god</li>
|
<li>Benefactor wants Crystals to kill a god</li>
|
||||||
<li>Golden Iris wants Crystals to make a new god</li>
|
<li>Golden Iris wants Crystals to make a new god</li>
|
||||||
<li>Gnu Zealots seek Sitopotnia the Corn Mother (aligned with Golden
|
<li>Gnu Zealots (aligned with Golden Iris) seek to open source
|
||||||
Iris)</li>
|
godhood</li>
|
||||||
|
<li>Sitopotnia has offered new corn-based bodies to the cyberplasm if
|
||||||
|
they can deliver to her the Quintessence</li>
|
||||||
<li>Blavin double agent with Golden Iris</li>
|
<li>Blavin double agent with Golden Iris</li>
|
||||||
<li>BATT wants to preserve the timeline</li>
|
<li>BATT wants to preserve the timeline</li>
|
||||||
<li>Felixe and Corraidhin</li>
|
<li>Felixe and Corraidhin</li>
|
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