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Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2022 11:40:45 -0700
Subject: [PATCH] path of the murderhobo

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@@ -9,6 +9,7 @@ src/characters/sneaky.md
 src/characters/tea.md
 src/meta.md
 src/paths/paths.md
+src/paths/murderhobo.md
 src/paths/retriever.md
 src/paths/soulsword.md
 src/paths/tasseomancer.md
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+---
+title: murdehobo
+created: Wed, 09 Nov 2022 11:14:04 -0700
+updated: Wed, 09 Nov 2022 11:14:09 -0700
+public: yes
+---
+### Path of the Murderhobo
+
+You are an angel of death. A dirty, homeless angel of death with no conscious or qualms with killing the innocent.
+
+- 0. **Hobo** (Refuse to sleep under a roof or on the ground): You gain a lot of resilience due to being unhoused. You are partially immune to poison and disease, and can consume rotten food or drink without any ill effects.
+
+- 1. **Bully** (Destroy something weak and defenseless): You always have the drop on somebody weaker, smaller, less wealthy, or otherwise worse off than you.
+
+- 2. **Pocket Sand** (Overcome a foe while blinded yourself): You have at least one handful of sand, gravel, grit, or rubble in your pockets that you can use to attempt to blind your foe.
+
+- 3. **In Cold Blood** (Kill an innocent person in cold blood): When it is unprovoked or unexpected, your first attack always hits its target.
+
+- 4. **Arsonist** (Burn three different structures down to the ground on three different occasions): You can always produce a flame regardless of the circumstances. It might because you have waterproof matches, a special lighter, or a magic candle. Anything you set your magic flame to will catch fire. It may not stay lit and indeed may immediately go out. But it will burn.
+
+- 5. **The Devil's Luck** (Frame an innocent and see them put to death for a crime you committed) Given your reputation for death and destruction, they should have locked you up long ago and thrown away the key. How are you possibly still a free man? Be it fear, intimidation, or the devil's blessing, people are likely to turn a blind eye to your evil actions.
diff --git a/www/index.html b/www/index.html
index e5b9658..0282f39 100644
--- a/www/index.html
+++ b/www/index.html
@@ -228,6 +228,8 @@ Willows</a></li>
 <li><a href="#paths-and-templates" id="toc-paths-and-templates">Paths
 and Templates</a>
 <ul>
+<li><a href="#path-of-the-murderhobo"
+id="toc-path-of-the-murderhobo">Path of the Murderhobo</a></li>
 <li><a href="#path-of-the-retriever" id="toc-path-of-the-retriever">Path
 of the Retriever</a></li>
 <li><a href="#path-of-the-soulsword" id="toc-path-of-the-soulsword">Path
@@ -262,9 +264,9 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
 </ul>
 </nav>
 <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
-<p>Total length: 27963 words / 119 minute read.</p>
-<p>There have been 115 messages posted over 119 days since the first
-post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</p>
+<p>Total length: 28238 words / 120 minute read.</p>
+<p>There have been 117 messages posted over 119 days since the first
+post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .98.</p>
 <h2 id="about">About</h2>
 <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
 email.</p>
@@ -557,6 +559,49 @@ then you would need to have unlocked a template of rank 1 and of rank 0
 in the same path before unlocking this one.) The name is “Favored Foe”.
 The trigger is “Slay 100 goblins”. And the perk is detailed in the
 description.</p>
+<h3 id="path-of-the-murderhobo">Path of the Murderhobo</h3>
+<p>You are an angel of death. A dirty, homeless angel of death with no
+conscious or qualms with killing the innocent.</p>
+<ul>
+<li><ol start="0" type="1">
+<li><strong>Hobo</strong> (Refuse to sleep under a roof or on the
+ground): You gain a lot of resilience due to being unhoused. You are
+partially immune to poison and disease, and can consume rotten food or
+drink without any ill effects.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol type="1">
+<li><strong>Bully</strong> (Destroy something weak and defenseless): You
+always have the drop on somebody weaker, smaller, less wealthy, or
+otherwise worse off than you.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="2" type="1">
+<li><strong>Pocket Sand</strong> (Overcome a foe while blinded
+yourself): You have at least one handful of sand, gravel, grit, or
+rubble in your pockets that you can use to attempt to blind your
+foe.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="3" type="1">
+<li><strong>In Cold Blood</strong> (Kill an innocent person in cold
+blood): When it is unprovoked or unexpected, your first attack always
+hits its target.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="4" type="1">
+<li><strong>Arsonist</strong> (Burn three different structures down to
+the ground on three different occasions): You can always produce a flame
+regardless of the circumstances. It might because you have waterproof
+matches, a special lighter, or a magic candle. Anything you set your
+magic flame to will catch fire. It may not stay lit and indeed may
+immediately go out. But it will burn.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="5" type="1">
+<li><strong>The Devil’s Luck</strong> (Frame an innocent and see them
+put to death for a crime you committed) Given your reputation for death
+and destruction, they should have locked you up long ago and thrown away
+the key. How are you possibly still a free man? Be it fear,
+intimidation, or the devil’s blessing, people are likely to turn a blind
+eye to your evil actions.</li>
+</ol></li>
+</ul>
 <h3 id="path-of-the-retriever">Path of the Retriever</h3>
 <p>The Perks of the Job</p>
 <ul>
diff --git a/www/rss.xml b/www/rss.xml
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@@ -5,6 +5,253 @@
     <title>BASEMENT QWEST</title>
     <link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link>
     <description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description>
+    <item>
+      <title>29</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">29 - Mon, 31 Oct 2022 08:35:44
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2022 08:35:44 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="00029">00029</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Gentle bears, there is no need to argue! Why can’t there be
+          two true bears of the ocean? For what its worth, I personally
+          think the ocean doesn’t have enough bears and could do with
+          two strapping examples of true peak bearitude! The two of you
+          should be working together to show the world how important
+          bears are and how wonderful the sea is to have two. And the
+          moon! Who’s to say the moon doesn’t also need two bears?</p>
+          <p>The only time I can ever think that a bear isn’t needed is
+          when it’s calling itself Monokuma, once it’s doing that you
+          know you’re in for a hell of a bad time. And since neither of
+          you are it, I say we let this matter rest and declare this
+          ocean two bears richer!</p>
+          <p>Corraidhin grips the innert dagger of Y’aml beneath his
+          cloak, just in case. No need for a blood rush like last time,
+          can’t let daggers go mouthing off an all that. Or perhaps the
+          ocean needs less bears, it’s tempting, I wonder if Y’aml would
+          react to bear blood..</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>The bears shudder at the mention of Monokuma. “Oh, such a
+          dreadful bear,” laments the tardigrade. “You mustn’t mention
+          him!”</p>
+          <p>“Indeed,” agrees the merbear, “a discredit and an
+          embarrassment to bears everywhere, at sea and on land!”</p>
+          <p>“Yes, this sea may be big enough for two bears, but not if
+          one of them is HE!”</p>
+          <p>The merbear considers the tardigrade’s words. “Hmm,
+          <em>two</em> bears you say?” he ponders, giving the tardigrade
+          a scrupulous side-eye. “Do you truly think so?”</p>
+          <p>“Now that you mention it, I don’t see why not!” admits the
+          tardigrade, gesturing broadly at the fathomless leagues of
+          ocean all around you.</p>
+          <p>“You know what? What is the sky anyway if not a sea made of
+          stars! The moon could indeed use two bears too, could it
+          not?”</p>
+          <p>“It could indeed, Brother Bear!”</p>
+          <p>“Brother!”</p>
+          <p>The tardigrade and the merbear embrace. If you’ve never
+          experienced the eight-armed hug of a water bear, well, then
+          you don’t know how soft and enveloping it is.</p>
+          <p>“Come, Brother!” cries the tardigrade suddenly. “We must
+          begin our search at once! For what if there is a third Bear of
+          the Sea yet to be discovered?”</p>
+          <p>“Another Brother of ours who doesn’t know about us? Oh, I
+          can’t stand the thought!” sobs the merbear.</p>
+          <p>They swim away hand in hand, paragons of brotherly bear
+          love. “Good luck and safe travels, interlopers!” calls the
+          merbear to you over its shoulder. “If you ever end up on the
+          moon,” adds the tardigrade, laughing merrily, “say hello to
+          Hap’n’stance for me!”</p>
+          <p>Suddenly, a disturbance! A perturbance of bubbles and a
+          rush of current as massive amounts of water are displaced by
+          inky black tentacles that shoot up from below! They reach!
+          They grasp! One grabs the tardigrade around the middle.
+          Another grabs the merbear by the tail. Both bears cry and
+          reach for each other as they are ripped apart and pulled down
+          below.</p>
+          <p>The tentacles grope around in the water, batting at you and
+          threatening to pull you down too! They grab at your wrists and
+          at your ankles!</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00030.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>28</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">28 - Sat, 29 Oct 2022 08:36:51
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 08:36:51 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="00028">00028</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p><sub><em>a new player enters the chat</em></sub></p>
+          <p>Gabs had a good life. Her little devil children were all
+          grown adults now, and she no longer wanted to toil away
+          running a business. When she initially shuttered her little
+          tavern, she thought she might just retire. She made it two
+          whole years of working in a garden, occasionally seeing
+          grandkids, and reading romance novels. She eventually decided
+          she needed a vacation from her retirement and traveled to a
+          nearby port town. She was sure to find something fun to do
+          there.</p>
+          <p>Gabs eventually sees Inquire Within, and the smell of
+          debauchery wafting from within made her miss her days
+          gossiping at her tavern. She enters and orders a terrible
+          drink and listens and watches.</p>
+          <p>Hearing the tales being spun by Mister Three-Fingered, she
+          decides, “I’ve never been on a ship, that’s something that
+          sounds exciting!”</p>
+          <p>Half-drunk and eager for something exciting, she will join
+          on the journey!</p>
+          <p>Gabs is a lanky older half-devil lady who is here to
+          schmooze and have fun!</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>~</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Meta: a warm welcome to the latest member of our tea party!
+          This is a short post to help smooth the temporal jumps between
+          the recent narratives so far. As Inky reaches the deck, they
+          see Gabs approaching from the other side of the ship as well,
+          and flashes them a grin in greeting. After listening to the
+          captain petering on about the glorious days of the now sunken
+          ship below, while tinkering with the bell’s tentacles — being
+          rewarded with a mild zap and marginally better fit for the
+          effort — Inky turns to the party. “When you’re ready.”</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>You reach into the tank and discover that grabbing a
+          breathing bell takes some finesse. They are very slippery! But
+          you get the hang of it and make a ladle out of your hands and
+          scoop one up.</p>
+          <p>“Okay now!” laughs Three-Fingered Gerald. He gives you a
+          wink, but it’s easy to miss because of the eyepatch. “Don’t
+          put it on until right before you jump. It won’t be able to
+          breathe for you until you’re in the water. And this!” he
+          continues, fitting a heavy, padded vest around your shoulders,
+          “will carry you down.” It is a vest of many pockets, each one
+          holding a small dense sandbag the size of your hand. “When
+          you’re ready to come back up, just start dropping ballast,
+          right?”</p>
+          <p>You hop up on the ship railing and pull the breathing bell
+          on over your head. It immediately contracts and squeezes and
+          hugs your head like a second skin, and its stubby little
+          tentacles grab hold around your jawline, and it feels like you
+          have a wet plastic bag clinging to your face, and you think
+          you might have made a grave mistake. Resisting the urge to
+          panic, you push off the railing and jump overboard. You are
+          briefly air born and then profoundly waterbound, crashing
+          through the surface of the sea into the briny soup below.</p>
+          <p>The oxygen starts to flow as the breathing bell begins to
+          do its job. As you sink, you feel as though you are floating
+          through space, entering another world.</p>
+          <p>After a while you start to hear voices arguing in the
+          distance. As you get closer, two large shapes start to come
+          into focus. The first is a hulking, hairless merbear. Top half
+          (hairless) bear, bottom half fish. The second figure is a
+          tardigrade the size of a large merbear. It has eight jointless
+          legs, each tipped with four sharp claws. It wriggles and
+          wobbles like jelly as it gesticulates.</p>
+          <p>“No, I am the true Bear of the Sea! I am called a Water
+          Bear, after all!”</p>
+          <p>“Hornswoggle and poppycock! It is I who am the Bear of the
+          Sea! I am half bear after all! You’re just some kind of
+          segmented nematode or something.”</p>
+          <p>The tardigrade quivers with indignation. “I’ll have you
+          know I’m a panarthropod, thank you very much. And this is the
+          ideal physical body! You may not like it, but this is what
+          peak performance looks like. I’ve lived under the polar ice
+          cap, and in a sulfurous mountaintop hot spring. I’ve traveled
+          through the vacuum of space to the moon! Have you ever been to
+          the moon?”</p>
+          <p>“Why don’t you go be the Bear of the Moon then if you like
+          it so much!”</p>
+          <p>“You’re just as much fish as you are bear, are you sure
+          you’re not the Fish of the Sea?”</p>
+          <p>“Are you sure you’re not the Blob of the Sea, you too many
+          armed bowl of jelly?”</p>
+          <p>“Hey! Hey, you there!” The arguing quasi-bears have spotted
+          your slow descent. “Come, yes, float slowly this way! You must
+          settle an argument for us! Tell this slightly mammalian fish
+          that I am the true Bear of the Sea!”</p>
+          <p>“The Bear of the Sea must be at least ‘slightly mammalian’
+          you egg-laying scientific curiosity! You, tell this cousin of
+          a barnacle that I—the mighty merbear—am the true Bear of the
+          Sea! Say this and I will guide and protect you on your
+          journey.”</p>
+          <p>“No! Would you like to visit the moon? Say that I,
+          tardigrade, am Bear of the Sea and I will introduce you to my
+          moon friends!”</p>
+          <p>“He had to make friends on the moon because nobody on Urth
+          can stand him!”</p>
+          <p>“You’re just mean, you know that?”</p>
+          <p>You are still quite some way from the sea bed, and there is
+          no sight of the SS RSS.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00023.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>31</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">31 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:11
+-0700</guid>
+      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:14 -0700</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="00031">00031</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Inky follows behind the merbear at a healthy 2 meters’
+          distance away in the bubblebee, the headlights illuminating a
+          moderate distance ahead of the distraught bear as it darts
+          after its brother.</p>
+          <p>As the merbear homes in on the tardigrade near the ship
+          deck, Inky keeps a lookout for any signs of movement or
+          tentacles from behind or below the shipwreck. The bubblebee’s
+          headlights cast an eerie shadow from the ship’s double masts
+          even as it partly lights up the rim of a gaping hole in the
+          hull.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>The tardigrade, still tucked into a ball, lands on the ship
+          deck with a gentle thud. It rolls a couple of times and
+          finally comes to rest against the rigging. The merbear reaches
+          it a moment later and cradles its jelly-like body gently in
+          its bear arms. “My brother!” it cries. “My dear bear
+          brother!”</p>
+          <p>The tardigrade slowly uncurls and stretches out and looks
+          around, disoriented and bleary-eyed. It waggles its eight arms
+          around experimentally, closes and opens its claws as though
+          kneading the water. “Brother?” says the merbear in
+          astonishment.</p>
+          <p>“I am okay brother!” says the tardigrade. “We water bears
+          are very hardy and resilient! It will take more than a mere
+          other worldly tentacle attack and an arcane electric blast to
+          do me in!”</p>
+          <p>While the bears are having their teary-eyed reunion, you
+          sense movement in the shadows deep in the ocean trench, over
+          which protrude the ship’s masts. Your lights don’t penetrate
+          the darkness enough to see what it was. But it was large. The
+          very stuff that thalassophobia is made of.</p>
+          <p>You also think you see a flash of gold as the light of the
+          bubblebee reflects off of something inside the ship through
+          the hole in the hull. Could it be the second Ginnarak
+          Crystal?</p>
+          <p>The breach in the hull is easily large enough to admit a
+          medium sized creature such as an inkling in a bubblebee
+          apparatus. Or a sysorcer or a lanky old half-devil tavern
+          owner.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00056.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
     <item>
       <title>24</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
@@ -108,6 +355,412 @@
         ]]>
       </description>
     </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>21</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">21 - Wed, 05 Oct 2022 07:21:55
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2022 07:21:55 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="00021">00021</h3>
+          <p>INTERLUDE</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>A glorious victory!</p>
+          <p>In the interim time Corraidhin studies the sword of Y’aml,
+          and correctly deduces that he needs to remove the sticky bit
+          to be able to sheath the thing.</p>
+          <p>sudo chmod -t sword_of_y'aml</p>
+          <p>The rest of the interim is spent studying arcane lore
+          surrounding the Ginnarak Crystals and their purpose. He also
+          strongly urges the party that we should consider very carefuly
+          how we need to proceed with the crystal. It’s obvious people
+          don’t want these things getting out, so we should ensure that
+          Blavin has good intentions, or at least leaves us out of
+          whatever potential evil could occur.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Corraidhin prepares the incantation and, after removing the
+          sticky bit, is able pry his stiff fingers from the grip.</p>
+          <p>You sheathe the blade, but its voice continues to ring
+          clearly in your head as it prattles on, seeing evil and
+          villainy everywhere and encouraging you to stab, stab,
+          stab.</p>
+          <p>Your sysorcerous studies, confirmed by the eager and
+          forthright sword, suggest that the blade will be able to rest
+          for a while once it tastes blood.</p>
+          <p>Your former mentor and rival sysorceror Eccentric Kevin
+          calls on you one day under the pretense of showing you the
+          latest draft of KDL (pronounced “cuddle”), their own “Kevin’s
+          Document Language”, an alternative syntax for incantations and
+          personal pet project of theirs that has thus far failed, much
+          to their perpetual consternation, to gain any traction or
+          adoption in the wider magic community. They are insufferably
+          polite and sinisterly supportive. They complain about how the
+          obstinant gnus keep standing in the middle of the road trying
+          to block traffic, and they demand to know all about your
+          recent exploits and adventures.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Once back in town, Inky had the small glass shard in their
+          palm removed by a harried-looking healer, who merely shrugged
+          at Inky’s account of the disappearing ink and advised them to
+          return if they experienced adverse effects before hurrying off
+          to the next patient. A visit to the local stationery shop did
+          not yield any answers; the stocky human at the counter shook
+          their head apologetically when shown the broken ink bottle.
+          However, they did suggest asking at one of the larger shops in
+          the city.</p>
+          <p>To celebrate their first successful quest, Inky made
+          torties[1] for their party with flour ground from some of the
+          large corn kernels at the dig site, topped with a sweet nutty
+          squash spread. Babbleberry tea was served from their newly
+          acquired jade tea set, now patched with what Inky had been
+          assured was an unbreakable seal[2] by a merchant with a toothy
+          grin in one of Vay’Nullar’s notorious back alleys.</p>
+          <p>Master Corraidhín’s cautionary words of wisdom still echo
+          in Inky’s head, though they were secretly tickled by the idea
+          of the crystal being actually a rare and previously unknown
+          species of melon with very potent magical properties. The very
+          thought of melons was making Inky a bit thirsty. Let the
+          warrior and wizard worry about all the potential evils of the
+          world — it’s time for a dash to the market for some beatfruit
+          juice!</p>
+          <hr />
+          <p>[1] Also known as torte-teas, as in “Torte-tea, yas?”,
+          which was how their previous ink maestro used to greet
+          customers entering the brewery. Flat little tea cakes with
+          sugar or spice (or both, which vary by region) and sometimes
+          eaten in a loose wrap. Some humans called them “crabs” for
+          some reason which baffled Inky, since the torties had no
+          pincers … at least none that they could see anyway.</p>
+          <p>[2] The seal attached to the bottom of the teapot and each
+          cup had a glyph of an unknown object between two hands.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>The healer removes a small glass bead from Inky’s palm. It
+          is worn smooth and round like a marble. If you look closely,
+          you can see a small blemish in the center that somewhat
+          resembles either a duck or a rabbit depending on how you
+          orient it.</p>
+          <p>It is captivating to look at and comforting to hold in your
+          hand. You fidget with it often. Now and then you suddenly
+          notice you have been gazing at it for some minutes without
+          realizing it.</p>
+          <p>You make your party a delightful meal of torties, serving
+          tea from the magically reinforced jade set.</p>
+          <p>Cleaning up afterwards, you can’t help but notice the
+          patterns of the tea leaves in the bottoms of the jade
+          cups.</p>
+          <p>YOU FORESEE AN OMEN FOR THE PARTY. WHAT IS IT?</p>
+          <p>You dash to the market for beatfruit juice, which you
+          easily find. And you find yourself irrationally drawn to the
+          produce. The kale, dandelion greens, and beans all look
+          especially scrumptious and … plump and juicy?</p>
+          <p>An old toothy market attendant sits on a stool by the
+          vegetable stand reading the Farmers Almanac. Unsolicited, they
+          mention to you that it is only three days until the next full
+          moon.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Jarrod has two things in particular he wants to do when
+          back in town, with whatever his cut of the gold is. First, he
+          wants to go looking for a cheap, run-down building somewhere
+          in town and buy the property if he has enough money (perhaps
+          negotiating a bit where necessary).</p>
+          <p>Second, he wishes to seek arcane counsel from Corraidhín,
+          perhaps getting a small invocation applied to one of the
+          charms on his arm band. Something in the realm of a
+          fascination spell (with an activation word) that can be used
+          on occasion to draw attention.</p>
+          <p>Jarrod agrees that we should not invite trouble. We shall
+          tread cautiously with regards to the crystals.</p>
+          <p>Yum, torties!</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>After successfully negotiating the price down a little bit,
+          you are able to purchase a run-down building. You are now the
+          proud owner and proprietor of the Milk Market building in the
+          Wandering Bazzar district of downtown Vay’Nullar.</p>
+          <p>The ground level is occupied by longtime district staple
+          Enrique’s Empanada Emporium, famous for its signature stuffed
+          pastries and its Terrapin Ale, brewed on site by Enrique
+          himself, who happens to be a very large humanoid turtle.</p>
+          <p>It’s a little seedy and a little divey, but still draws a
+          fair amount of foot traffic from shoppers waiting for the
+          eponymous, ambulatory bazaar of debatable sentience to wander
+          by. Reliably, a small gang of breadpunks can be found
+          loitering here and espousing the virtues of social anarchy.
+          Enrique allows their presence and on occasion even buys them a
+          round of ale.</p>
+          <p>The top two levels are unoccupied. Years upon years ago,
+          this space once held large vats for storing and preserving
+          multibeast milk prior to being distributed. Some enterprising
+          individual converted and updated the space some time ago, but
+          was never able to find a tenant. In any case, the space is
+          yours now to do with what you will.</p>
+          <p>With Corraidhin’s assistance, you are able to enchant your
+          armband by inscribing it with a cross-like glyph with a
+          teardrop-shaped loop in place of the vertical upper bar. You
+          now have a FASCINATING BANGLE that can, upon activation,
+          compel attention and even potentially inspire people to dance
+          about.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00001.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>25</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">25 - Sun, 23 Oct 2022 09:41:16
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2022 09:41:16 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="00025">00025</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p><strong>Corraidhin</strong> Shit, shit shit shit shit shit.
+          This is NOT good. Damn it Y’aml what was that? It wasn’t even
+          slightly stealthy</p>
+          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> STAB, delightful blood. Stab the
+          flesh, tear the skin, pierce the fruit that gives us strength.
+          Drink the blood, consume their soul. More more more more more
+          more more more more</p>
+          <p><strong>Corraidhin (internal thought)</strong> Ugh my head,
+          it’s heavy, hurts. Misty and red? I can’t see straight, it’s
+          hard to think straight. That blasted sword, I thought for a
+          moment it, no, not think, it definitely did move on its own.
+          It became lighter and heavier. Pulling against it and it just
+          weighs itself down. This little magical bauble is definitely
+          cursed..</p>
+          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> CURSED?! Rude Hardy Bear. All we did
+          was stab that evil hobbit. And it’s getting away! Stab him
+          again, taste his blood! The tavern gaurds are closing in, they
+          look like they’re trying to get rid of us, EVIL. Them trying
+          to stop us from getting that evil hobbit is EVIL, STAB
+          THEM.</p>
+          <p>Corraidhin raises his free hand to his head as though
+          holding a wound and he groans in dismay as the dagger rises
+          again. It travels swiftly down towards Blavin, missing as he
+          slithers of the booth. And again, digging deep into the wooden
+          seat.</p>
+          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> Disgusting wood, stab the flesh!
+          Stab the Hobbit Hardy Bear!</p>
+          <p>But Blavin was inching further out of reach towards the
+          gaurds. In desperation the dagger begins swinging side to
+          side, making furtive slashing moves in the direction of the
+          guards. The party is safely behind Corraidhin, but innocent
+          patrons and the guards are directly in their sights.</p>
+          <p>Corraidhin grabs his other hand and pulls hard, steadying
+          the swinging. STOP! I command you you blasted toothpick, STOP.
+          You’ve had your fun, now STOP. These people are innocent, this
+          man has done us no harm despite his potential “evils”, this is
+          entirely uncalled for!</p>
+          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> NO!!! EVIL. STAB. EVIL. STAB. EVIL.
+          STAB.</p>
+          <p>The dull voice of the magical dagger rises, angry,
+          insistent. It consumes the last of Corraidhin’s mental
+          strength. All he hears is EVIL. STAB. EVIL. STAB. Yet he
+          clings to his spare arm trying desparately to resist. At this
+          point the party and the tavern has cleared a wide path around
+          the sysorceor as he struggles with himself, mumbling,
+          sometimes yelling. EVIL. STAB. EVIL. STAB. NO WE WILL NOT.
+          EVIL. INNOCENT. STAB BLOOD DRINK. EVIL. EVIL EVIL EVIL STAB
+          IT. MAKE IT BLEED. I WILL NO.. STAB IT. STAB HIM.</p>
+          <p>The voice seems to change, it dies down. Not yelling, but
+          commanding. Firm, calm, sane.</p>
+          <p>Stab them, stab them, make them bleed. Drink the blood,
+          consume the soul, free them from their evil being. Stab them,
+          stab them… over and over and over, as the sysorceor approaches
+          Blavin and the guards with a malevolent look in his ruby red
+          eyes.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>~</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Inky moves to stand next to Blavin and the nightclub
+          bouncers. Tossing a tiny “see-eye” container they had borrowed
+          from Master Corraidhín at him, Inky looks the sysorceor in the
+          eye and says, “You are not your sword.”</p>
+          <p>Watching the wizard’s expression, Inky continues, more
+          quietly, “If Master Corraidhín truly wishes to end the hobbit,
+          a mere imp would not stop him, but likewise, whatever he sets
+          his mind to do, a dagger cannot stop him either.”</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>~</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Jarrod steps gently into the fray and activates his
+          FASCINATING CHARM, attempting to draw all eyes to him. He
+          carefully avoids the wild swinging of the
+          once-sword-now-dagger.</p>
+          <p>“I think,” he rumbles gently, “we could all use a drink
+          over the other end of the room. I’m buying, and I’ll spin you
+          all a tale of wonder! A tale of a wanderer, and of a war
+          hammer, and the first of their wild battles together!”</p>
+          <p>Leaning over to whisper urgently in Corraidhín’s ear:
+          “Friend, I do not know what occurs here, but pull yourself
+          together. We can later sate our blood lust in more appropriate
+          places!” Jarrod lends a sly wink in the sysorcerer’s
+          direction, one that promises adventure later.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>The tavern guards tense, but pause their advance, as the
+          crazed mage’s friends position themselves protectively around
+          him and try to placate him. They wouldn’t want to engage a
+          master sysorcerer on the best of days, much less one with some
+          kind of malevolent blood dagger in the middle of a psychotic
+          break. If his compatriots can handle him without them having
+          to interfere, all the better.</p>
+          <p>The duck waddles up next to Inky and quacks softly,
+          pleadingly at Corraidhin. Only the Ornithologer in the corner
+          can understand its words when it says, “As your marketing
+          manager I must strongly advise against this course of
+          action!”</p>
+          <p>Seated in the corner next to the Ornithologer is a shaggy
+          groll dressed in a dusty, faded poncho and a wide brimmed hat;
+          and a greasy, matted gnu, dressed in black ceremonial
+          robes.</p>
+          <p>The groll discreetly draws its poncho back revealing a
+          bandoleer of wands and draws a cracklestick and points it at
+          the sysorcer. The wand starts to hum and glow as it charges up
+          for a blast.</p>
+          <p>The gnu slaps the groll’s wrist, and immediately launches
+          into a tirade against the cracklestick’s manufacturer’s
+          proprietary spell slotting algorithm, and honestly how can you
+          possibly justify your choices when there are open source
+          alternatives available?</p>
+          <p>The groll rolls its eyes, obviously having been on the
+          receiving end of this particular lecture before, and tries to
+          slap away the gnu’s grasping hands. The ensuing scuffle
+          threatens to turn this powder keg of a situation into a full
+          blown conflagration until Jarrod actives his FASCINATING
+          CHARM, commanding the attention of the entire room.</p>
+          <p>The gnu freezes with its hands around the groll’s throat.
+          The groll halts with fists full of the gnu’s beard. A grub
+          smoking a hookah pauses with the mouthpiece raised to its
+          pursed lips. A distracted waitress on roller skates crashes
+          right into the bar.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>As though in a trance Corraidhin continues to yell STAB.
+          THEM. STAB. IT. cutting wildly at the air before him. As Inky
+          whispers to him his expression changes, first a grimace, then
+          a whimper. As Jarrod leads the patrons away from the sysorceor
+          he begins to tremble and cower away from himself, away from
+          everyone. His ruby red eyes dart back and forth between his
+          friends and the patrons, like a frightened animal searching
+          for an escape. He pulls the dagger into himself, as though
+          sheilding it from his surroundings.</p>
+          <p>What.. what’s going on, he mutters feebly to himself.
+          Everything is a blurr. Uncertain of where he is or what’s
+          going on, Corraidhin thumbs the dagger, caressing the large
+          ruby embedded in the hilt. Y’aml, you’re still here, good
+          good, the syscoreor croons.</p>
+          <p>Standing up straight his eyes lock with Jarrod as the Bard
+          glances over his shoulder, momentarily distracted from his
+          oration, worried about his companion.</p>
+          <p>I.. ugh, Corraidhin grabs his head as though in pain, and
+          collapses to the floor.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Corraidhin hits the floor and the dagger, now bereft of the
+          well of emotion it had been drawing from, grows still. The eye
+          closes and it seems to sigh happily. “Good job, Hardy Bear.
+          You have spilled the blood of evil.” And it sleeps, inert,
+          lifeless.</p>
+          <p>Corraidhin is on the ground cradling the dagger.</p>
+          <p>Most of the patrons are still fascinated by Jarrod.</p>
+          <p>Blavin is squirming around on the floor gibbering about
+          reassigning your case.</p>
+          <p>The duck has found a toppled plate of corn chips and is
+          happily snacking away.</p>
+          <p>You feel like your welcome at Lucy’s Basement has been, for
+          the moment, overstayed.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>26</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">26 - Tue, 25 Oct 2022 08:27:22
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2022 08:27:22 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="00026">00026</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Inky slowly approaches Master Corraidhín and taps lightly
+          on the sleeve of his robes to get his attention. Between
+          Inky’s tugging and Jarrod’s strong, steady hand, they manage
+          to hoist the wizard to his feet.</p>
+          <p>With a brief glance at the hobbit on the floor then a nod
+          to Jarrod, Inky leaves the nightclub with the wizard. The
+          duck, having emptied the plate of corn chips in record time,
+          follows them shortly after.</p>
+          <p>The trek back to the Milk Market is mostly silent aside
+          from the occasional mutter and stumbling curse, the mage
+          seemingly having fallen asleep as soon as he landed on the cot
+          in the loft. Inky retreats downstairs after leaving a jug of
+          water, a mug and a small packet of kuding leaves beside the
+          bed.</p>
+          <p>Exiting through the back door into the night, Inky finds a
+          dark corner in a dusty abandoned house, and cries.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>~</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>” … and then the Orc Maiden said: ‘That’s not my
+          club!’”</p>
+          <p>The room roars with laughter, and Jarrod moves to the bar
+          and puts a bag of coin down. “Serve drinks until this runs
+          out!” Leaning over the bar to the bartender, Jarrod adds in a
+          whisper: “I owe a favour to Lucy’s Basement for the trouble.
+          Call it in when needed.”</p>
+          <p>Jarrod saunters over to Blavin, on the floor in pain. From
+          his pack, Jarrod retrieves a med kit and begins to bandage the
+          wound.</p>
+          <p>As Blavin opens his mouth, likely intending to raise all
+          kinds of hell, Jarrod pulls tight on the bandage he is
+          currently applying, drawing a curse from the hobbit. “Shut it!
+          Let’s be clear. You’ve hired us for a dangerous set of jobs,
+          with the understanding that we’re dangerous people. There may
+          be ‘accidents’ on occasion. You’ve learned something today,
+          and what’s more, you lived to absorb your new wisdom.”</p>
+          <p>Jarrod grins as he finishes with the bandage. “We will
+          finish what we have started. We’re probably the team with the
+          best chances, I’m sure you’ll agree. Are you going to back the
+          winning play here? Either way, your decision won’t change our
+          plans. I’m sure you know how to take the win.”</p>
+          <p>Jarrod pats the hobbit’s good shoulder in a friendly, but
+          dismissive, way, then turns and saunters out the door, trading
+          small quips with his new (and now very drunk) tavern
+          friends.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>You are at a small port town on the northern tip of
+          Agendell, just past the Rana’For Valley. The sun is bright and
+          the wind blowing in from the Sugrin Sea to the east is cool
+          and salty. The floating island-city of Vay’Neddas, bridging
+          Agendell and Primora, can be seen very faintly in the distance
+          hanging in the northern sky.</p>
+          <p>Your faithful multibeast is carrying all of your supplies
+          and gear, which were generously provided to you by the
+          indefatigable Blavin Blandfoot. His arm in a sling, he kept up
+          a constant nervous chatter as he saw you off on your journey
+          to recover the second Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
+          <p>From here, you can easily provision a boat to take you out
+          to the site of the shipwreck just off the coast.</p>
+          <p>Or, optionally, you are very close to the Hartlands. It
+          would be quite easy to make a quick visit to hemogoblins and
+          pick up some synthetic blood for your experiments with the
+          Sword of Yam’L.</p>
+          <p>The sword, incidentally, after finally tasting the blood of
+          “evil”, has remained sated and entirely inert and unresponsive
+          this whole time.</p>
+          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO:</p>
+          <ol type="1">
+          <li>TO THE SHIPWRECK</li>
+          <li>BLOODQUEST</li>
+          </ol>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00018.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
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       <title>30</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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-      <title>25</title>
+      <title>32</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">25 - Sun, 23 Oct 2022 09:41:16
--0600</guid>
-      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Oct 2022 09:41:16 -0600</pubDate>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">32 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:03
+-0700</guid>
+      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:12 -0700</pubDate>
       <description>
         <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00025">00025</h3>
+          <h3 id="00032">00032</h3>
           <blockquote>
-          <p><strong>Corraidhin</strong> Shit, shit shit shit shit shit.
-          This is NOT good. Damn it Y’aml what was that? It wasn’t even
-          slightly stealthy</p>
-          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> STAB, delightful blood. Stab the
-          flesh, tear the skin, pierce the fruit that gives us strength.
-          Drink the blood, consume their soul. More more more more more
-          more more more more</p>
-          <p><strong>Corraidhin (internal thought)</strong> Ugh my head,
-          it’s heavy, hurts. Misty and red? I can’t see straight, it’s
-          hard to think straight. That blasted sword, I thought for a
-          moment it, no, not think, it definitely did move on its own.
-          It became lighter and heavier. Pulling against it and it just
-          weighs itself down. This little magical bauble is definitely
-          cursed..</p>
-          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> CURSED?! Rude Hardy Bear. All we did
-          was stab that evil hobbit. And it’s getting away! Stab him
-          again, taste his blood! The tavern gaurds are closing in, they
-          look like they’re trying to get rid of us, EVIL. Them trying
-          to stop us from getting that evil hobbit is EVIL, STAB
-          THEM.</p>
-          <p>Corraidhin raises his free hand to his head as though
-          holding a wound and he groans in dismay as the dagger rises
-          again. It travels swiftly down towards Blavin, missing as he
-          slithers of the booth. And again, digging deep into the wooden
-          seat.</p>
-          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> Disgusting wood, stab the flesh!
-          Stab the Hobbit Hardy Bear!</p>
-          <p>But Blavin was inching further out of reach towards the
-          gaurds. In desperation the dagger begins swinging side to
-          side, making furtive slashing moves in the direction of the
-          guards. The party is safely behind Corraidhin, but innocent
-          patrons and the guards are directly in their sights.</p>
-          <p>Corraidhin grabs his other hand and pulls hard, steadying
-          the swinging. STOP! I command you you blasted toothpick, STOP.
-          You’ve had your fun, now STOP. These people are innocent, this
-          man has done us no harm despite his potential “evils”, this is
-          entirely uncalled for!</p>
-          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong> NO!!! EVIL. STAB. EVIL. STAB. EVIL.
-          STAB.</p>
-          <p>The dull voice of the magical dagger rises, angry,
-          insistent. It consumes the last of Corraidhin’s mental
-          strength. All he hears is EVIL. STAB. EVIL. STAB. Yet he
-          clings to his spare arm trying desparately to resist. At this
-          point the party and the tavern has cleared a wide path around
-          the sysorceor as he struggles with himself, mumbling,
-          sometimes yelling. EVIL. STAB. EVIL. STAB. NO WE WILL NOT.
-          EVIL. INNOCENT. STAB BLOOD DRINK. EVIL. EVIL EVIL EVIL STAB
-          IT. MAKE IT BLEED. I WILL NO.. STAB IT. STAB HIM.</p>
-          <p>The voice seems to change, it dies down. Not yelling, but
-          commanding. Firm, calm, sane.</p>
-          <p>Stab them, stab them, make them bleed. Drink the blood,
-          consume the soul, free them from their evil being. Stab them,
-          stab them… over and over and over, as the sysorceor approaches
-          Blavin and the guards with a malevolent look in his ruby red
-          eyes.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>~</p>
+          <p>Oh thank goodness, I thought I killed that innocent bear! I
+          should probably be a little more careful with my spells..</p>
+          <p>Nonetheless, we need to shed some light on what’s going on
+          here, no sense in diving into the clutches of some evil sea
+          creature blind.</p>
+          <p>Gather himself, Corraidhin casts a fzf on the ship,
+          searching for the creature inside</p>
+          <p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
           <blockquote>
-          <p>Inky moves to stand next to Blavin and the nightclub
-          bouncers. Tossing a tiny “see-eye” container they had borrowed
-          from Master Corraidhín at him, Inky looks the sysorceor in the
-          eye and says, “You are not your sword.”</p>
-          <p>Watching the wizard’s expression, Inky continues, more
-          quietly, “If Master Corraidhín truly wishes to end the hobbit,
-          a mere imp would not stop him, but likewise, whatever he sets
-          his mind to do, a dagger cannot stop him either.”</p>
+          <p>t e n t a c l e</p>
           </blockquote>
-          <p>~</p>
+          <p>Hmmm, no nothing too interesting there.. Maybe crystal?</p>
+          <p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
           <blockquote>
-          <p>Jarrod steps gently into the fray and activates his
-          FASCINATING CHARM, attempting to draw all eyes to him. He
-          carefully avoids the wild swinging of the
-          once-sword-now-dagger.</p>
-          <p>“I think,” he rumbles gently, “we could all use a drink
-          over the other end of the room. I’m buying, and I’ll spin you
-          all a tale of wonder! A tale of a wanderer, and of a war
-          hammer, and the first of their wild battles together!”</p>
-          <p>Leaning over to whisper urgently in Corraidhín’s ear:
-          “Friend, I do not know what occurs here, but pull yourself
-          together. We can later sate our blood lust in more appropriate
-          places!” Jarrod lends a sly wink in the sysorcerer’s
-          direction, one that promises adventure later.</p>
+          <p>c r y s t a l</p>
           </blockquote>
-          <p>The tavern guards tense, but pause their advance, as the
-          crazed mage’s friends position themselves protectively around
-          him and try to placate him. They wouldn’t want to engage a
-          master sysorcerer on the best of days, much less one with some
-          kind of malevolent blood dagger in the middle of a psychotic
-          break. If his compatriots can handle him without them having
-          to interfere, all the better.</p>
-          <p>The duck waddles up next to Inky and quacks softly,
-          pleadingly at Corraidhin. Only the Ornithologer in the corner
-          can understand its words when it says, “As your marketing
-          manager I must strongly advise against this course of
-          action!”</p>
-          <p>Seated in the corner next to the Ornithologer is a shaggy
-          groll dressed in a dusty, faded poncho and a wide brimmed hat;
-          and a greasy, matted gnu, dressed in black ceremonial
-          robes.</p>
-          <p>The groll discreetly draws its poncho back revealing a
-          bandoleer of wands and draws a cracklestick and points it at
-          the sysorcer. The wand starts to hum and glow as it charges up
-          for a blast.</p>
-          <p>The gnu slaps the groll’s wrist, and immediately launches
-          into a tirade against the cracklestick’s manufacturer’s
-          proprietary spell slotting algorithm, and honestly how can you
-          possibly justify your choices when there are open source
-          alternatives available?</p>
-          <p>The groll rolls its eyes, obviously having been on the
-          receiving end of this particular lecture before, and tries to
-          slap away the gnu’s grasping hands. The ensuing scuffle
-          threatens to turn this powder keg of a situation into a full
-          blown conflagration until Jarrod actives his FASCINATING
-          CHARM, commanding the attention of the entire room.</p>
-          <p>The gnu freezes with its hands around the groll’s throat.
-          The groll halts with fists full of the gnu’s beard. A grub
-          smoking a hookah pauses with the mouthpiece raised to its
-          pursed lips. A distracted waitress on roller skates crashes
-          right into the bar.</p>
+          <p>Blast! Why can’t I find anything.. The syscerroer muses for
+          a moment.</p>
+          <p>OH!</p>
+          <p><code>sudo fzf /sea/ship_wreck/interior</code></p>
           <blockquote>
-          <p>As though in a trance Corraidhin continues to yell STAB.
-          THEM. STAB. IT. cutting wildly at the air before him. As Inky
-          whispers to him his expression changes, first a grimace, then
-          a whimper. As Jarrod leads the patrons away from the sysorceor
-          he begins to tremble and cower away from himself, away from
-          everyone. His ruby red eyes dart back and forth between his
-          friends and the patrons, like a frightened animal searching
-          for an escape. He pulls the dagger into himself, as though
-          sheilding it from his surroundings.</p>
-          <p>What.. what’s going on, he mutters feebly to himself.
-          Everything is a blurr. Uncertain of where he is or what’s
-          going on, Corraidhin thumbs the dagger, caressing the large
-          ruby embedded in the hilt. Y’aml, you’re still here, good
-          good, the syscoreor croons.</p>
-          <p>Standing up straight his eyes lock with Jarrod as the Bard
-          glances over his shoulder, momentarily distracted from his
-          oration, worried about his companion.</p>
-          <p>I.. ugh, Corraidhin grabs his head as though in pain, and
-          collapses to the floor.</p>
+          <p>t e n t a c l e</p>
           </blockquote>
-          <p>Corraidhin hits the floor and the dagger, now bereft of the
-          well of emotion it had been drawing from, grows still. The eye
-          closes and it seems to sigh happily. “Good job, Hardy Bear.
-          You have spilled the blood of evil.” And it sleeps, inert,
-          lifeless.</p>
-          <p>Corraidhin is on the ground cradling the dagger.</p>
-          <p>Most of the patrons are still fascinated by Jarrod.</p>
-          <p>Blavin is squirming around on the floor gibbering about
-          reassigning your case.</p>
-          <p>The duck has found a toppled plate of corn chips and is
-          happily snacking away.</p>
-          <p>You feel like your welcome at Lucy’s Basement has been, for
-          the moment, overstayed.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>You probe the ship. You do not detect the presence of any
+          tentacles inside the ship. But you do detect the presence of
+          the crystal you seek.</p>
+          <p>If you scan the trench, you will detect the presence of a
+          <em>harrowkrake</em>. A colossal, many-tentacled sea monster
+          with a plow shaped shell that it drags across the ocean floor,
+          digging deep furrows. Kind of like if a giant squid could grow
+          a nautilus shell. They are usually content to stay in their
+          trenches, grabbing prey as it swims by with their long
+          tentacles like some kind of nightmarish barnacle.</p>
+          <p>The giant manta is still gliding around crunching on
+          candies. A few blue spherical globules of harrowkrake blood
+          float lazily upward from where Gabs got her stabs on,
+          attracting the attention of a couple horkosgrampus. The manta
+          gives them a wide berth but doesn’t otherwise seem too
+          concerned about them.</p>
+          <p>Horkosgrampus are toothy whales with a single long tusk.
+          They are mostly scavengers, and are only provoked to violence
+          in the presence of a lie or the breaking of an oath, in which
+          case they go into a frenzy preying on the liar or liars. They
+          can smell blood from a great distance, but can hear a lie from
+          much further.</p>
+          <p>You hear a thud from inside the ship, and a slow rustling
+          like smooth stones rolling over each other. The ship settles a
+          little further onto its side, and dangles just a little
+          further over the harrowkrake trench.</p>
           <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
           <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00060.html">www</a></p>
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-      <title>32</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">32 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:03
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-      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 09:50:12 -0700</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00032">00032</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Oh thank goodness, I thought I killed that innocent bear! I
-          should probably be a little more careful with my spells..</p>
-          <p>Nonetheless, we need to shed some light on what’s going on
-          here, no sense in diving into the clutches of some evil sea
-          creature blind.</p>
-          <p>Gather himself, Corraidhin casts a fzf on the ship,
-          searching for the creature inside</p>
-          <p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>t e n t a c l e</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Hmmm, no nothing too interesting there.. Maybe crystal?</p>
-          <p><code>sudo fzf $(pwd)</code></p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>c r y s t a l</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Blast! Why can’t I find anything.. The syscerroer muses for
-          a moment.</p>
-          <p>OH!</p>
-          <p><code>sudo fzf /sea/ship_wreck/interior</code></p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>t e n t a c l e</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>You probe the ship. You do not detect the presence of any
-          tentacles inside the ship. But you do detect the presence of
-          the crystal you seek.</p>
-          <p>If you scan the trench, you will detect the presence of a
-          <em>harrowkrake</em>. A colossal, many-tentacled sea monster
-          with a plow shaped shell that it drags across the ocean floor,
-          digging deep furrows. Kind of like if a giant squid could grow
-          a nautilus shell. They are usually content to stay in their
-          trenches, grabbing prey as it swims by with their long
-          tentacles like some kind of nightmarish barnacle.</p>
-          <p>The giant manta is still gliding around crunching on
-          candies. A few blue spherical globules of harrowkrake blood
-          float lazily upward from where Gabs got her stabs on,
-          attracting the attention of a couple horkosgrampus. The manta
-          gives them a wide berth but doesn’t otherwise seem too
-          concerned about them.</p>
-          <p>Horkosgrampus are toothy whales with a single long tusk.
-          They are mostly scavengers, and are only provoked to violence
-          in the presence of a lie or the breaking of an oath, in which
-          case they go into a frenzy preying on the liar or liars. They
-          can smell blood from a great distance, but can hear a lie from
-          much further.</p>
-          <p>You hear a thud from inside the ship, and a slow rustling
-          like smooth stones rolling over each other. The ship settles a
-          little further onto its side, and dangles just a little
-          further over the harrowkrake trench.</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00060.html">www</a></p>
-        ]]>
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-      <title>29</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">29 - Mon, 31 Oct 2022 08:35:44
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-      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Oct 2022 08:35:44 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00029">00029</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Gentle bears, there is no need to argue! Why can’t there be
-          two true bears of the ocean? For what its worth, I personally
-          think the ocean doesn’t have enough bears and could do with
-          two strapping examples of true peak bearitude! The two of you
-          should be working together to show the world how important
-          bears are and how wonderful the sea is to have two. And the
-          moon! Who’s to say the moon doesn’t also need two bears?</p>
-          <p>The only time I can ever think that a bear isn’t needed is
-          when it’s calling itself Monokuma, once it’s doing that you
-          know you’re in for a hell of a bad time. And since neither of
-          you are it, I say we let this matter rest and declare this
-          ocean two bears richer!</p>
-          <p>Corraidhin grips the innert dagger of Y’aml beneath his
-          cloak, just in case. No need for a blood rush like last time,
-          can’t let daggers go mouthing off an all that. Or perhaps the
-          ocean needs less bears, it’s tempting, I wonder if Y’aml would
-          react to bear blood..</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>The bears shudder at the mention of Monokuma. “Oh, such a
-          dreadful bear,” laments the tardigrade. “You mustn’t mention
-          him!”</p>
-          <p>“Indeed,” agrees the merbear, “a discredit and an
-          embarrassment to bears everywhere, at sea and on land!”</p>
-          <p>“Yes, this sea may be big enough for two bears, but not if
-          one of them is HE!”</p>
-          <p>The merbear considers the tardigrade’s words. “Hmm,
-          <em>two</em> bears you say?” he ponders, giving the tardigrade
-          a scrupulous side-eye. “Do you truly think so?”</p>
-          <p>“Now that you mention it, I don’t see why not!” admits the
-          tardigrade, gesturing broadly at the fathomless leagues of
-          ocean all around you.</p>
-          <p>“You know what? What is the sky anyway if not a sea made of
-          stars! The moon could indeed use two bears too, could it
-          not?”</p>
-          <p>“It could indeed, Brother Bear!”</p>
-          <p>“Brother!”</p>
-          <p>The tardigrade and the merbear embrace. If you’ve never
-          experienced the eight-armed hug of a water bear, well, then
-          you don’t know how soft and enveloping it is.</p>
-          <p>“Come, Brother!” cries the tardigrade suddenly. “We must
-          begin our search at once! For what if there is a third Bear of
-          the Sea yet to be discovered?”</p>
-          <p>“Another Brother of ours who doesn’t know about us? Oh, I
-          can’t stand the thought!” sobs the merbear.</p>
-          <p>They swim away hand in hand, paragons of brotherly bear
-          love. “Good luck and safe travels, interlopers!” calls the
-          merbear to you over its shoulder. “If you ever end up on the
-          moon,” adds the tardigrade, laughing merrily, “say hello to
-          Hap’n’stance for me!”</p>
-          <p>Suddenly, a disturbance! A perturbance of bubbles and a
-          rush of current as massive amounts of water are displaced by
-          inky black tentacles that shoot up from below! They reach!
-          They grasp! One grabs the tardigrade around the middle.
-          Another grabs the merbear by the tail. Both bears cry and
-          reach for each other as they are ripped apart and pulled down
-          below.</p>
-          <p>The tentacles grope around in the water, batting at you and
-          threatening to pull you down too! They grab at your wrists and
-          at your ankles!</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00030.html">www</a></p>
-        ]]>
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-      <title>26</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">26 - Tue, 25 Oct 2022 08:27:22
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-      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Oct 2022 08:27:22 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00026">00026</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Inky slowly approaches Master Corraidhín and taps lightly
-          on the sleeve of his robes to get his attention. Between
-          Inky’s tugging and Jarrod’s strong, steady hand, they manage
-          to hoist the wizard to his feet.</p>
-          <p>With a brief glance at the hobbit on the floor then a nod
-          to Jarrod, Inky leaves the nightclub with the wizard. The
-          duck, having emptied the plate of corn chips in record time,
-          follows them shortly after.</p>
-          <p>The trek back to the Milk Market is mostly silent aside
-          from the occasional mutter and stumbling curse, the mage
-          seemingly having fallen asleep as soon as he landed on the cot
-          in the loft. Inky retreats downstairs after leaving a jug of
-          water, a mug and a small packet of kuding leaves beside the
-          bed.</p>
-          <p>Exiting through the back door into the night, Inky finds a
-          dark corner in a dusty abandoned house, and cries.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>~</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>” … and then the Orc Maiden said: ‘That’s not my
-          club!’”</p>
-          <p>The room roars with laughter, and Jarrod moves to the bar
-          and puts a bag of coin down. “Serve drinks until this runs
-          out!” Leaning over the bar to the bartender, Jarrod adds in a
-          whisper: “I owe a favour to Lucy’s Basement for the trouble.
-          Call it in when needed.”</p>
-          <p>Jarrod saunters over to Blavin, on the floor in pain. From
-          his pack, Jarrod retrieves a med kit and begins to bandage the
-          wound.</p>
-          <p>As Blavin opens his mouth, likely intending to raise all
-          kinds of hell, Jarrod pulls tight on the bandage he is
-          currently applying, drawing a curse from the hobbit. “Shut it!
-          Let’s be clear. You’ve hired us for a dangerous set of jobs,
-          with the understanding that we’re dangerous people. There may
-          be ‘accidents’ on occasion. You’ve learned something today,
-          and what’s more, you lived to absorb your new wisdom.”</p>
-          <p>Jarrod grins as he finishes with the bandage. “We will
-          finish what we have started. We’re probably the team with the
-          best chances, I’m sure you’ll agree. Are you going to back the
-          winning play here? Either way, your decision won’t change our
-          plans. I’m sure you know how to take the win.”</p>
-          <p>Jarrod pats the hobbit’s good shoulder in a friendly, but
-          dismissive, way, then turns and saunters out the door, trading
-          small quips with his new (and now very drunk) tavern
-          friends.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>You are at a small port town on the northern tip of
-          Agendell, just past the Rana’For Valley. The sun is bright and
-          the wind blowing in from the Sugrin Sea to the east is cool
-          and salty. The floating island-city of Vay’Neddas, bridging
-          Agendell and Primora, can be seen very faintly in the distance
-          hanging in the northern sky.</p>
-          <p>Your faithful multibeast is carrying all of your supplies
-          and gear, which were generously provided to you by the
-          indefatigable Blavin Blandfoot. His arm in a sling, he kept up
-          a constant nervous chatter as he saw you off on your journey
-          to recover the second Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
-          <p>From here, you can easily provision a boat to take you out
-          to the site of the shipwreck just off the coast.</p>
-          <p>Or, optionally, you are very close to the Hartlands. It
-          would be quite easy to make a quick visit to hemogoblins and
-          pick up some synthetic blood for your experiments with the
-          Sword of Yam’L.</p>
-          <p>The sword, incidentally, after finally tasting the blood of
-          “evil”, has remained sated and entirely inert and unresponsive
-          this whole time.</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO:</p>
-          <ol type="1">
-          <li>TO THE SHIPWRECK</li>
-          <li>BLOODQUEST</li>
-          </ol>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00018.html">www</a></p>
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-      <title>28</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">28 - Sat, 29 Oct 2022 08:36:51
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-      <pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 08:36:51 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00028">00028</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p><sub><em>a new player enters the chat</em></sub></p>
-          <p>Gabs had a good life. Her little devil children were all
-          grown adults now, and she no longer wanted to toil away
-          running a business. When she initially shuttered her little
-          tavern, she thought she might just retire. She made it two
-          whole years of working in a garden, occasionally seeing
-          grandkids, and reading romance novels. She eventually decided
-          she needed a vacation from her retirement and traveled to a
-          nearby port town. She was sure to find something fun to do
-          there.</p>
-          <p>Gabs eventually sees Inquire Within, and the smell of
-          debauchery wafting from within made her miss her days
-          gossiping at her tavern. She enters and orders a terrible
-          drink and listens and watches.</p>
-          <p>Hearing the tales being spun by Mister Three-Fingered, she
-          decides, “I’ve never been on a ship, that’s something that
-          sounds exciting!”</p>
-          <p>Half-drunk and eager for something exciting, she will join
-          on the journey!</p>
-          <p>Gabs is a lanky older half-devil lady who is here to
-          schmooze and have fun!</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>~</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Meta: a warm welcome to the latest member of our tea party!
-          This is a short post to help smooth the temporal jumps between
-          the recent narratives so far. As Inky reaches the deck, they
-          see Gabs approaching from the other side of the ship as well,
-          and flashes them a grin in greeting. After listening to the
-          captain petering on about the glorious days of the now sunken
-          ship below, while tinkering with the bell’s tentacles — being
-          rewarded with a mild zap and marginally better fit for the
-          effort — Inky turns to the party. “When you’re ready.”</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>You reach into the tank and discover that grabbing a
-          breathing bell takes some finesse. They are very slippery! But
-          you get the hang of it and make a ladle out of your hands and
-          scoop one up.</p>
-          <p>“Okay now!” laughs Three-Fingered Gerald. He gives you a
-          wink, but it’s easy to miss because of the eyepatch. “Don’t
-          put it on until right before you jump. It won’t be able to
-          breathe for you until you’re in the water. And this!” he
-          continues, fitting a heavy, padded vest around your shoulders,
-          “will carry you down.” It is a vest of many pockets, each one
-          holding a small dense sandbag the size of your hand. “When
-          you’re ready to come back up, just start dropping ballast,
-          right?”</p>
-          <p>You hop up on the ship railing and pull the breathing bell
-          on over your head. It immediately contracts and squeezes and
-          hugs your head like a second skin, and its stubby little
-          tentacles grab hold around your jawline, and it feels like you
-          have a wet plastic bag clinging to your face, and you think
-          you might have made a grave mistake. Resisting the urge to
-          panic, you push off the railing and jump overboard. You are
-          briefly air born and then profoundly waterbound, crashing
-          through the surface of the sea into the briny soup below.</p>
-          <p>The oxygen starts to flow as the breathing bell begins to
-          do its job. As you sink, you feel as though you are floating
-          through space, entering another world.</p>
-          <p>After a while you start to hear voices arguing in the
-          distance. As you get closer, two large shapes start to come
-          into focus. The first is a hulking, hairless merbear. Top half
-          (hairless) bear, bottom half fish. The second figure is a
-          tardigrade the size of a large merbear. It has eight jointless
-          legs, each tipped with four sharp claws. It wriggles and
-          wobbles like jelly as it gesticulates.</p>
-          <p>“No, I am the true Bear of the Sea! I am called a Water
-          Bear, after all!”</p>
-          <p>“Hornswoggle and poppycock! It is I who am the Bear of the
-          Sea! I am half bear after all! You’re just some kind of
-          segmented nematode or something.”</p>
-          <p>The tardigrade quivers with indignation. “I’ll have you
-          know I’m a panarthropod, thank you very much. And this is the
-          ideal physical body! You may not like it, but this is what
-          peak performance looks like. I’ve lived under the polar ice
-          cap, and in a sulfurous mountaintop hot spring. I’ve traveled
-          through the vacuum of space to the moon! Have you ever been to
-          the moon?”</p>
-          <p>“Why don’t you go be the Bear of the Moon then if you like
-          it so much!”</p>
-          <p>“You’re just as much fish as you are bear, are you sure
-          you’re not the Fish of the Sea?”</p>
-          <p>“Are you sure you’re not the Blob of the Sea, you too many
-          armed bowl of jelly?”</p>
-          <p>“Hey! Hey, you there!” The arguing quasi-bears have spotted
-          your slow descent. “Come, yes, float slowly this way! You must
-          settle an argument for us! Tell this slightly mammalian fish
-          that I am the true Bear of the Sea!”</p>
-          <p>“The Bear of the Sea must be at least ‘slightly mammalian’
-          you egg-laying scientific curiosity! You, tell this cousin of
-          a barnacle that I—the mighty merbear—am the true Bear of the
-          Sea! Say this and I will guide and protect you on your
-          journey.”</p>
-          <p>“No! Would you like to visit the moon? Say that I,
-          tardigrade, am Bear of the Sea and I will introduce you to my
-          moon friends!”</p>
-          <p>“He had to make friends on the moon because nobody on Urth
-          can stand him!”</p>
-          <p>“You’re just mean, you know that?”</p>
-          <p>You are still quite some way from the sea bed, and there is
-          no sight of the SS RSS.</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00023.html">www</a></p>
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-      <title>31</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">31 - Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:11
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-      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2022 08:16:14 -0700</pubDate>
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-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00031">00031</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Inky follows behind the merbear at a healthy 2 meters’
-          distance away in the bubblebee, the headlights illuminating a
-          moderate distance ahead of the distraught bear as it darts
-          after its brother.</p>
-          <p>As the merbear homes in on the tardigrade near the ship
-          deck, Inky keeps a lookout for any signs of movement or
-          tentacles from behind or below the shipwreck. The bubblebee’s
-          headlights cast an eerie shadow from the ship’s double masts
-          even as it partly lights up the rim of a gaping hole in the
-          hull.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>The tardigrade, still tucked into a ball, lands on the ship
-          deck with a gentle thud. It rolls a couple of times and
-          finally comes to rest against the rigging. The merbear reaches
-          it a moment later and cradles its jelly-like body gently in
-          its bear arms. “My brother!” it cries. “My dear bear
-          brother!”</p>
-          <p>The tardigrade slowly uncurls and stretches out and looks
-          around, disoriented and bleary-eyed. It waggles its eight arms
-          around experimentally, closes and opens its claws as though
-          kneading the water. “Brother?” says the merbear in
-          astonishment.</p>
-          <p>“I am okay brother!” says the tardigrade. “We water bears
-          are very hardy and resilient! It will take more than a mere
-          other worldly tentacle attack and an arcane electric blast to
-          do me in!”</p>
-          <p>While the bears are having their teary-eyed reunion, you
-          sense movement in the shadows deep in the ocean trench, over
-          which protrude the ship’s masts. Your lights don’t penetrate
-          the darkness enough to see what it was. But it was large. The
-          very stuff that thalassophobia is made of.</p>
-          <p>You also think you see a flash of gold as the light of the
-          bubblebee reflects off of something inside the ship through
-          the hole in the hull. Could it be the second Ginnarak
-          Crystal?</p>
-          <p>The breach in the hull is easily large enough to admit a
-          medium sized creature such as an inkling in a bubblebee
-          apparatus. Or a sysorcer or a lanky old half-devil tavern
-          owner.</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-11/msg00056.html">www</a></p>
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-      <title>21</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">21 - Wed, 05 Oct 2022 07:21:55
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-      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2022 07:21:55 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00021">00021</h3>
-          <p>INTERLUDE</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>A glorious victory!</p>
-          <p>In the interim time Corraidhin studies the sword of Y’aml,
-          and correctly deduces that he needs to remove the sticky bit
-          to be able to sheath the thing.</p>
-          <p>sudo chmod -t sword_of_y'aml</p>
-          <p>The rest of the interim is spent studying arcane lore
-          surrounding the Ginnarak Crystals and their purpose. He also
-          strongly urges the party that we should consider very carefuly
-          how we need to proceed with the crystal. It’s obvious people
-          don’t want these things getting out, so we should ensure that
-          Blavin has good intentions, or at least leaves us out of
-          whatever potential evil could occur.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Corraidhin prepares the incantation and, after removing the
-          sticky bit, is able pry his stiff fingers from the grip.</p>
-          <p>You sheathe the blade, but its voice continues to ring
-          clearly in your head as it prattles on, seeing evil and
-          villainy everywhere and encouraging you to stab, stab,
-          stab.</p>
-          <p>Your sysorcerous studies, confirmed by the eager and
-          forthright sword, suggest that the blade will be able to rest
-          for a while once it tastes blood.</p>
-          <p>Your former mentor and rival sysorceror Eccentric Kevin
-          calls on you one day under the pretense of showing you the
-          latest draft of KDL (pronounced “cuddle”), their own “Kevin’s
-          Document Language”, an alternative syntax for incantations and
-          personal pet project of theirs that has thus far failed, much
-          to their perpetual consternation, to gain any traction or
-          adoption in the wider magic community. They are insufferably
-          polite and sinisterly supportive. They complain about how the
-          obstinant gnus keep standing in the middle of the road trying
-          to block traffic, and they demand to know all about your
-          recent exploits and adventures.</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Once back in town, Inky had the small glass shard in their
-          palm removed by a harried-looking healer, who merely shrugged
-          at Inky’s account of the disappearing ink and advised them to
-          return if they experienced adverse effects before hurrying off
-          to the next patient. A visit to the local stationery shop did
-          not yield any answers; the stocky human at the counter shook
-          their head apologetically when shown the broken ink bottle.
-          However, they did suggest asking at one of the larger shops in
-          the city.</p>
-          <p>To celebrate their first successful quest, Inky made
-          torties[1] for their party with flour ground from some of the
-          large corn kernels at the dig site, topped with a sweet nutty
-          squash spread. Babbleberry tea was served from their newly
-          acquired jade tea set, now patched with what Inky had been
-          assured was an unbreakable seal[2] by a merchant with a toothy
-          grin in one of Vay’Nullar’s notorious back alleys.</p>
-          <p>Master Corraidhín’s cautionary words of wisdom still echo
-          in Inky’s head, though they were secretly tickled by the idea
-          of the crystal being actually a rare and previously unknown
-          species of melon with very potent magical properties. The very
-          thought of melons was making Inky a bit thirsty. Let the
-          warrior and wizard worry about all the potential evils of the
-          world — it’s time for a dash to the market for some beatfruit
-          juice!</p>
-          <hr />
-          <p>[1] Also known as torte-teas, as in “Torte-tea, yas?”,
-          which was how their previous ink maestro used to greet
-          customers entering the brewery. Flat little tea cakes with
-          sugar or spice (or both, which vary by region) and sometimes
-          eaten in a loose wrap. Some humans called them “crabs” for
-          some reason which baffled Inky, since the torties had no
-          pincers … at least none that they could see anyway.</p>
-          <p>[2] The seal attached to the bottom of the teapot and each
-          cup had a glyph of an unknown object between two hands.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>The healer removes a small glass bead from Inky’s palm. It
-          is worn smooth and round like a marble. If you look closely,
-          you can see a small blemish in the center that somewhat
-          resembles either a duck or a rabbit depending on how you
-          orient it.</p>
-          <p>It is captivating to look at and comforting to hold in your
-          hand. You fidget with it often. Now and then you suddenly
-          notice you have been gazing at it for some minutes without
-          realizing it.</p>
-          <p>You make your party a delightful meal of torties, serving
-          tea from the magically reinforced jade set.</p>
-          <p>Cleaning up afterwards, you can’t help but notice the
-          patterns of the tea leaves in the bottoms of the jade
-          cups.</p>
-          <p>YOU FORESEE AN OMEN FOR THE PARTY. WHAT IS IT?</p>
-          <p>You dash to the market for beatfruit juice, which you
-          easily find. And you find yourself irrationally drawn to the
-          produce. The kale, dandelion greens, and beans all look
-          especially scrumptious and … plump and juicy?</p>
-          <p>An old toothy market attendant sits on a stool by the
-          vegetable stand reading the Farmers Almanac. Unsolicited, they
-          mention to you that it is only three days until the next full
-          moon.</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Jarrod has two things in particular he wants to do when
-          back in town, with whatever his cut of the gold is. First, he
-          wants to go looking for a cheap, run-down building somewhere
-          in town and buy the property if he has enough money (perhaps
-          negotiating a bit where necessary).</p>
-          <p>Second, he wishes to seek arcane counsel from Corraidhín,
-          perhaps getting a small invocation applied to one of the
-          charms on his arm band. Something in the realm of a
-          fascination spell (with an activation word) that can be used
-          on occasion to draw attention.</p>
-          <p>Jarrod agrees that we should not invite trouble. We shall
-          tread cautiously with regards to the crystals.</p>
-          <p>Yum, torties!</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>After successfully negotiating the price down a little bit,
-          you are able to purchase a run-down building. You are now the
-          proud owner and proprietor of the Milk Market building in the
-          Wandering Bazzar district of downtown Vay’Nullar.</p>
-          <p>The ground level is occupied by longtime district staple
-          Enrique’s Empanada Emporium, famous for its signature stuffed
-          pastries and its Terrapin Ale, brewed on site by Enrique
-          himself, who happens to be a very large humanoid turtle.</p>
-          <p>It’s a little seedy and a little divey, but still draws a
-          fair amount of foot traffic from shoppers waiting for the
-          eponymous, ambulatory bazaar of debatable sentience to wander
-          by. Reliably, a small gang of breadpunks can be found
-          loitering here and espousing the virtues of social anarchy.
-          Enrique allows their presence and on occasion even buys them a
-          round of ale.</p>
-          <p>The top two levels are unoccupied. Years upon years ago,
-          this space once held large vats for storing and preserving
-          multibeast milk prior to being distributed. Some enterprising
-          individual converted and updated the space some time ago, but
-          was never able to find a tenant. In any case, the space is
-          yours now to do with what you will.</p>
-          <p>With Corraidhin’s assistance, you are able to enchant your
-          armband by inscribing it with a cross-like glyph with a
-          teardrop-shaped loop in place of the vertical upper bar. You
-          now have a FASCINATING BANGLE that can, upon activation,
-          compel attention and even potentially inspire people to dance
-          about.</p>
-          <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00001.html">www</a></p>
-        ]]>
-      </description>
-    </item>
-    <item>
-      <title>23</title>
-      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
-      <guid isPermaLink="false">23 - Sat, 22 Oct 2022 09:36:52
--0600</guid>
-      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2022 09:36:52 -0600</pubDate>
-      <description>
-        <![CDATA[
-          <h3 id="00023">00023</h3>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Why no, we don’t mind much about competition, certainly
-          nothing wrong. Can’t imagine someone to put all of their eggs
-          in one basket, especially when whatever it is they desire is
-          so valuable.</p>
-          <p>That said, our benefactor must be pretty eager to get these
-          crystals if he’s willing to send out team after team. I mean,
-          we’re team 43, that’s a lot of people to pay and a lot of
-          eagerness to find these crystals. Why is that? What benefit
-          are these shiny rocks to them? What even is their purpose in
-          retrieving them?</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>“Oh, no no no, child,” Blavin titters as he takes a sip of
-          his ever-present martini. “You must understand, the Benefactor
-          is a singularly dedicated collector, and has been for ages!
-          There are—and have been!—many other retrieval teams, yes. But
-          not all of them have been for the crystals. And some of them
-          were formed, active, and disbanded long before you or I
-          arrived on the scene.” He winks at you conspiratorially.</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>I would postulate, based upon the magical wards we had to
-          bypass, the cadre of gaurds that needed to be dispatched, and
-          the gigantic moth monster that rested beneath it, that these
-          crystals aren’t meant to go anywhere.</p>
-          <p>Now I’m not trying to point fingers here, morality is many
-          shades of gray, and it isn’t really my job to suss out what
-          you’re doing. But I’m a curious sysorceor, and when I see a
-          chance to learn I seize upon the moment. There’s something
-          here you’re not telling us, and I for one and keen to know
-          it.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>“I wouldn’t worry your wizened old brow about it,” Blavin
-          chuckles, sloshing his drink. “The Benefactor’s concern is
-          precisely the same as yours! These items are of enormous
-          cultural and historical significance, to say nothing of their
-          well of concentrated arcane energies. They’re dangerous just
-          sitting out there in the world. Who knows who might come
-          across one and use it for nefarious purposes.”</p>
-          <p>Yam’L’s eye widens and it seems to shudder at the mere
-          suggestion of evil.</p>
-          <p>“Did you say this one was in the hands of a giant moth?”
-          Blavin shudders with revulsion. “My word, man! Do you really
-          think such an overgrown insect is an appropriate guardian for
-          a beloved and dangerous cultural icon such as the Ginnarak
-          Crystal? Surely not!”</p>
-          <p>“No,” he sits back with a satisfied smile, “I think we must
-          all agree that they are safer in the public collection of a
-          competent and benevolent curator. Then everybody can enjoy
-          them safely!”</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>META: I’m gonna preface the sword speech with this to make
-          it quicker to write</p>
-          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong><br />
-          I like what you’re putting down here, this guy is DEFINITELY
-          evil. Nobody asks loads of people to steal things for them
-          without being evil. I say we stab him, nice and good, right in
-          the gut. Maybe 6 or 7 times. I’m positive nobody will mind.
-          Evil people steal things, we saw that inky creature stealing
-          things from that vault, definitely evil. (singsong) Evil evil
-          evil, stab stab stab, make the evil go away with every little
-          stab~</p>
-          <p><strong>Corraidhin to Y’aml</strong><br />
-          Dear sysadmins, once again, inky is not evil. They were
-          borrowing something that had been cast on the ground,
-          abandoned. Giving a tea set a good home is far from evil. But
-          you might be onto something about this Blavin fellow, but we
-          can’t just stab someone in a busy pub! Besides you’re a sword,
-          and stabbing someone in a pub is the job of a dagger. So
-          unless you can transform into the Dagger of Y’aml I think
-          we’re out of luck here.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Yam’L gets a curious look in its eye at the suggestion.
-          “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!” it cries directly into your mind. It
-          squeezes its eye shut and trembles with intense concentration.
-          With great effort, the sword shrinks itself down to the size
-          of a dagger, shunting its extra mass off into yamlspace.</p>
-          <p>“There!” it says breathlessly, opening its eye wearily.
-          “Now, Hardy Bear. You promised..” it continues, its eye
-          glinting with growing ferocity. “Let’s. STAB. THE HOBBIT!”</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>While the wizard pressed Blavin about the crystal’s
-          secrets, Inky let their attention wander slightly around the
-          table.</p>
-          <p>They had agreed that Master Corraidhín and Jarrod, being
-          most wise and well-spoken, would question Blavin about the
-          crystal before they set off on their next mission. The party
-          had also befriended the duck unofficially dubbed their
-          marketing manager after the fluffy little creature had trailed
-          Inky all the way back to the Milk Market. Said creature now
-          occupied a small office to one side of the building complete
-          with a fountain, feathered up pillow and all the rummy worms
-          it can eat. Inky had tried getting the duck to communicate
-          with words by making them little croutons etched with letters,
-          but the only ones they would gobble up were Q-U-A-C-K.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Your marketing manager moves into its office at the Milk
-          Market and seems to really be enjoying itself. It joins you at
-          Blavin’s table at Lucy’s Basement, cleaning its feathers and
-          chortling merrily to itself.</p>
-          <p>You and your tablemates take turns feeding it croutons and
-          bits of soft pretzel, and it seems very happy and content with
-          that.</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>A familiar prickle, but passed quickly — Inky had gotten
-          used to the glares directed at them by the sysorceor’s
-          gleaming sword and resisted returning the stare with an
-          eyeroll. Watching Stabby eyeing up their case manager over
-          Master Corraidhín’s shoulder reminded Inky of a conversation
-          they had overheard a few evenings ago between two pale coffin
-          sleepers about a new product from the hemogoblins that was
-          said to quench the thirst for longer than the leading brand.
-          They might be able to find some at the town of Plasma, which
-          sits by the Hartlands on the way to the shipwreck. It seems
-          the milky blood pudding could do with some improvement.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>You note on Blavin’s map that the Hemogoblin region is
-          indeed on the way to the shipwreck. At least, it’s not that
-          far out of the way. You reckon their synthetic blood product
-          would indeed be a much better substitute for the real thing
-          than the milk you’ve been feeding the thirsty sword thus
-          far.</p>
-          <p>Or, at the very least, you’ll get a new variant of the
-          blood pudding recipe you’ve been working on!</p>
-          <blockquote>
-          <p>Maybe someone else’s mood will be improved in the meantime?
-          Before setting out for their meeting with Blavin, Inky slipped
-          into the kitchens downstairs and left the empanada chef a
-          trick-and-treat. A plate of honeyed breadfruit and ghost
-          pepper tapas sat on an icebox atop a new pair of Blueberry
-          oven mittens with a pattern of tiny smiling green turtles.
-          Tucked inside one mitten was a slip of paper (regrettably
-          inedible) that simply read “BACK SOON :)”. A tapa recipe,
-          which included a note on adapting the toppings for pan frying,
-          was printed on the reverse in neat blocky letters and
-          sandalwood ink.</p>
-          </blockquote>
-          <p>Enrique wakes in the middle of the night to start baking
-          the next day’s breads and empanadas. He frowns thoughtfully
-          when he sees yet another mysterious gift from across the room.
-          Again? What little elf must have taken up residence in his
-          shop? But his face cracks into a smile when he sees the
-          presentation and the oven mitts. And the smile becomes a
-          bonafide grin when he tastes the fare and finds the
-          recipe.</p>
-          <p>He taps his chin thoughtfully with one green claw as he
-          skims the note and looks through his pantry. He chops some
-          veggies and starts pan frying them.</p>
-          <p>Later, when the oven dings, he smiles to himself as he
-          pulls on the new turtle pattern oven mitts and opens it.</p>
-          <p>&gt; A) MORE QUESTIONING, OR B) TIME FOR SHIPWRECK?</p>
-          <p><a
-          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00008.html">www</a></p>
-        ]]>
-      </description>
-    </item>
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       <title>27</title>
       <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
@@ -1737,5 +1573,169 @@ scp sysorceor.guild:/home/corraidhin/chest milkbase.alpha:/home/corraidhin/chest
         ]]>
       </description>
     </item>
+    <item>
+      <title>23</title>
+      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
+      <guid isPermaLink="false">23 - Sat, 22 Oct 2022 09:36:52
+-0600</guid>
+      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2022 09:36:52 -0600</pubDate>
+      <description>
+        <![CDATA[
+          <h3 id="00023">00023</h3>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Why no, we don’t mind much about competition, certainly
+          nothing wrong. Can’t imagine someone to put all of their eggs
+          in one basket, especially when whatever it is they desire is
+          so valuable.</p>
+          <p>That said, our benefactor must be pretty eager to get these
+          crystals if he’s willing to send out team after team. I mean,
+          we’re team 43, that’s a lot of people to pay and a lot of
+          eagerness to find these crystals. Why is that? What benefit
+          are these shiny rocks to them? What even is their purpose in
+          retrieving them?</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>“Oh, no no no, child,” Blavin titters as he takes a sip of
+          his ever-present martini. “You must understand, the Benefactor
+          is a singularly dedicated collector, and has been for ages!
+          There are—and have been!—many other retrieval teams, yes. But
+          not all of them have been for the crystals. And some of them
+          were formed, active, and disbanded long before you or I
+          arrived on the scene.” He winks at you conspiratorially.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>I would postulate, based upon the magical wards we had to
+          bypass, the cadre of gaurds that needed to be dispatched, and
+          the gigantic moth monster that rested beneath it, that these
+          crystals aren’t meant to go anywhere.</p>
+          <p>Now I’m not trying to point fingers here, morality is many
+          shades of gray, and it isn’t really my job to suss out what
+          you’re doing. But I’m a curious sysorceor, and when I see a
+          chance to learn I seize upon the moment. There’s something
+          here you’re not telling us, and I for one and keen to know
+          it.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>“I wouldn’t worry your wizened old brow about it,” Blavin
+          chuckles, sloshing his drink. “The Benefactor’s concern is
+          precisely the same as yours! These items are of enormous
+          cultural and historical significance, to say nothing of their
+          well of concentrated arcane energies. They’re dangerous just
+          sitting out there in the world. Who knows who might come
+          across one and use it for nefarious purposes.”</p>
+          <p>Yam’L’s eye widens and it seems to shudder at the mere
+          suggestion of evil.</p>
+          <p>“Did you say this one was in the hands of a giant moth?”
+          Blavin shudders with revulsion. “My word, man! Do you really
+          think such an overgrown insect is an appropriate guardian for
+          a beloved and dangerous cultural icon such as the Ginnarak
+          Crystal? Surely not!”</p>
+          <p>“No,” he sits back with a satisfied smile, “I think we must
+          all agree that they are safer in the public collection of a
+          competent and benevolent curator. Then everybody can enjoy
+          them safely!”</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>META: I’m gonna preface the sword speech with this to make
+          it quicker to write</p>
+          <p><strong>Y’aml</strong><br />
+          I like what you’re putting down here, this guy is DEFINITELY
+          evil. Nobody asks loads of people to steal things for them
+          without being evil. I say we stab him, nice and good, right in
+          the gut. Maybe 6 or 7 times. I’m positive nobody will mind.
+          Evil people steal things, we saw that inky creature stealing
+          things from that vault, definitely evil. (singsong) Evil evil
+          evil, stab stab stab, make the evil go away with every little
+          stab~</p>
+          <p><strong>Corraidhin to Y’aml</strong><br />
+          Dear sysadmins, once again, inky is not evil. They were
+          borrowing something that had been cast on the ground,
+          abandoned. Giving a tea set a good home is far from evil. But
+          you might be onto something about this Blavin fellow, but we
+          can’t just stab someone in a busy pub! Besides you’re a sword,
+          and stabbing someone in a pub is the job of a dagger. So
+          unless you can transform into the Dagger of Y’aml I think
+          we’re out of luck here.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Yam’L gets a curious look in its eye at the suggestion.
+          “CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!” it cries directly into your mind. It
+          squeezes its eye shut and trembles with intense concentration.
+          With great effort, the sword shrinks itself down to the size
+          of a dagger, shunting its extra mass off into yamlspace.</p>
+          <p>“There!” it says breathlessly, opening its eye wearily.
+          “Now, Hardy Bear. You promised..” it continues, its eye
+          glinting with growing ferocity. “Let’s. STAB. THE HOBBIT!”</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>While the wizard pressed Blavin about the crystal’s
+          secrets, Inky let their attention wander slightly around the
+          table.</p>
+          <p>They had agreed that Master Corraidhín and Jarrod, being
+          most wise and well-spoken, would question Blavin about the
+          crystal before they set off on their next mission. The party
+          had also befriended the duck unofficially dubbed their
+          marketing manager after the fluffy little creature had trailed
+          Inky all the way back to the Milk Market. Said creature now
+          occupied a small office to one side of the building complete
+          with a fountain, feathered up pillow and all the rummy worms
+          it can eat. Inky had tried getting the duck to communicate
+          with words by making them little croutons etched with letters,
+          but the only ones they would gobble up were Q-U-A-C-K.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Your marketing manager moves into its office at the Milk
+          Market and seems to really be enjoying itself. It joins you at
+          Blavin’s table at Lucy’s Basement, cleaning its feathers and
+          chortling merrily to itself.</p>
+          <p>You and your tablemates take turns feeding it croutons and
+          bits of soft pretzel, and it seems very happy and content with
+          that.</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>A familiar prickle, but passed quickly — Inky had gotten
+          used to the glares directed at them by the sysorceor’s
+          gleaming sword and resisted returning the stare with an
+          eyeroll. Watching Stabby eyeing up their case manager over
+          Master Corraidhín’s shoulder reminded Inky of a conversation
+          they had overheard a few evenings ago between two pale coffin
+          sleepers about a new product from the hemogoblins that was
+          said to quench the thirst for longer than the leading brand.
+          They might be able to find some at the town of Plasma, which
+          sits by the Hartlands on the way to the shipwreck. It seems
+          the milky blood pudding could do with some improvement.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>You note on Blavin’s map that the Hemogoblin region is
+          indeed on the way to the shipwreck. At least, it’s not that
+          far out of the way. You reckon their synthetic blood product
+          would indeed be a much better substitute for the real thing
+          than the milk you’ve been feeding the thirsty sword thus
+          far.</p>
+          <p>Or, at the very least, you’ll get a new variant of the
+          blood pudding recipe you’ve been working on!</p>
+          <blockquote>
+          <p>Maybe someone else’s mood will be improved in the meantime?
+          Before setting out for their meeting with Blavin, Inky slipped
+          into the kitchens downstairs and left the empanada chef a
+          trick-and-treat. A plate of honeyed breadfruit and ghost
+          pepper tapas sat on an icebox atop a new pair of Blueberry
+          oven mittens with a pattern of tiny smiling green turtles.
+          Tucked inside one mitten was a slip of paper (regrettably
+          inedible) that simply read “BACK SOON :)”. A tapa recipe,
+          which included a note on adapting the toppings for pan frying,
+          was printed on the reverse in neat blocky letters and
+          sandalwood ink.</p>
+          </blockquote>
+          <p>Enrique wakes in the middle of the night to start baking
+          the next day’s breads and empanadas. He frowns thoughtfully
+          when he sees yet another mysterious gift from across the room.
+          Again? What little elf must have taken up residence in his
+          shop? But his face cracks into a smile when he sees the
+          presentation and the oven mitts. And the smile becomes a
+          bonafide grin when he tastes the fare and finds the
+          recipe.</p>
+          <p>He taps his chin thoughtfully with one green claw as he
+          skims the note and looks through his pantry. He chops some
+          veggies and starts pan frying them.</p>
+          <p>Later, when the oven dings, he smiles to himself as he
+          pulls on the new turtle pattern oven mitts and opens it.</p>
+          <p>&gt; A) MORE QUESTIONING, OR B) TIME FOR SHIPWRECK?</p>
+          <p><a
+          href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00008.html">www</a></p>
+        ]]>
+      </description>
+    </item>
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index feaed5c..15372c2 100644
--- a/www/spoilers.html
+++ b/www/spoilers.html
@@ -228,6 +228,8 @@ Willows</a></li>
 <li><a href="#paths-and-templates" id="toc-paths-and-templates">Paths
 and Templates</a>
 <ul>
+<li><a href="#path-of-the-murderhobo"
+id="toc-path-of-the-murderhobo">Path of the Murderhobo</a></li>
 <li><a href="#path-of-the-retriever" id="toc-path-of-the-retriever">Path
 of the Retriever</a></li>
 <li><a href="#path-of-the-soulsword" id="toc-path-of-the-soulsword">Path
@@ -265,9 +267,9 @@ id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
 </ul>
 </nav>
 <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
-<p>Total length: 27963 words / 119 minute read.</p>
-<p>There have been 115 messages posted over 119 days since the first
-post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</p>
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 <h2 id="about">About</h2>
 <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
 email.</p>
@@ -560,6 +562,49 @@ then you would need to have unlocked a template of rank 1 and of rank 0
 in the same path before unlocking this one.) The name is “Favored Foe”.
 The trigger is “Slay 100 goblins”. And the perk is detailed in the
 description.</p>
+<h3 id="path-of-the-murderhobo">Path of the Murderhobo</h3>
+<p>You are an angel of death. A dirty, homeless angel of death with no
+conscious or qualms with killing the innocent.</p>
+<ul>
+<li><ol start="0" type="1">
+<li><strong>Hobo</strong> (Refuse to sleep under a roof or on the
+ground): You gain a lot of resilience due to being unhoused. You are
+partially immune to poison and disease, and can consume rotten food or
+drink without any ill effects.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol type="1">
+<li><strong>Bully</strong> (Destroy something weak and defenseless): You
+always have the drop on somebody weaker, smaller, less wealthy, or
+otherwise worse off than you.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="2" type="1">
+<li><strong>Pocket Sand</strong> (Overcome a foe while blinded
+yourself): You have at least one handful of sand, gravel, grit, or
+rubble in your pockets that you can use to attempt to blind your
+foe.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="3" type="1">
+<li><strong>In Cold Blood</strong> (Kill an innocent person in cold
+blood): When it is unprovoked or unexpected, your first attack always
+hits its target.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="4" type="1">
+<li><strong>Arsonist</strong> (Burn three different structures down to
+the ground on three different occasions): You can always produce a flame
+regardless of the circumstances. It might because you have waterproof
+matches, a special lighter, or a magic candle. Anything you set your
+magic flame to will catch fire. It may not stay lit and indeed may
+immediately go out. But it will burn.</li>
+</ol></li>
+<li><ol start="5" type="1">
+<li><strong>The Devil’s Luck</strong> (Frame an innocent and see them
+put to death for a crime you committed) Given your reputation for death
+and destruction, they should have locked you up long ago and thrown away
+the key. How are you possibly still a free man? Be it fear,
+intimidation, or the devil’s blessing, people are likely to turn a blind
+eye to your evil actions.</li>
+</ol></li>
+</ul>
 <h3 id="path-of-the-retriever">Path of the Retriever</h3>
 <p>The Perks of the Job</p>
 <ul>