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src/epistolary/00045.md
src/epistolary/00046.md
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+src/epistolary/00048.md
src/bestiary/index.md
src/bestiary/aur.md
src/bestiary/blahoblin.md
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@@ -17,7 +17,7 @@ What do you plan to do with your cut of the money? Buy lots of ink ingredients,
- Player: mio
- XP: 1
-- Skills: Do Anything 1, Persuasive 2, Plantomancy 2
+- Skills: Do Anything 1, Persuasive 2, Plantomancy 2, Throwing 2
- Equipment: Handy Duffer Discette, Fine Feathered Quills, Jade Tea Set, Mountain Range Glyph Ink, Bead of the Werehare
Paths:
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+---
+title: 00048
+created: Wed, 28 Dec 2022 16:08:10 -0700
+updated: Wed, 28 Dec 2022 16:08:12 -0700
+syndicated: yes
+public: yes
+---
+### 00048 {#00048}
+
+> Alex snatches up his new hemo friend cheering huzzah as he does.
+> We've got a pirate ship little guy!
+>
+> Rushing about the deck Alex quickly takes stock of what's left,
+> plenty of ammo, general supplies, fuel, perfectly provisioned for a
+> quick crystal kidnapping. Smart move pirates, but not smart enough.
+>
+> Alex heads to the helm and steadies the ship guiding it out and
+> away from the library, can't have any of the remaining cyberplasms
+> easily reboarding it now can we? Once the ship is out of range Alex
+> checks his S.T.A.G drone's twtxt feed for updates.
+>
+> ```
+> @ Total length: 45381 words / 193 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
+ Total length: 47248 words / 201 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.) There have been 170 messages posted over 168 days since the first
+ There have been 171 messages posted over 169 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01. This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
@@ -487,7 +488,7 @@ very soon!Stats
-About
@@ -5251,6 +5252,207 @@ wisely doesn’t make a sound as he disappears from view.
WHAT DO YOU DO
+++Alex snatches up his new hemo friend cheering huzzah as he does. +We’ve got a pirate ship little guy!
+Rushing about the deck Alex quickly takes stock of what’s left, +plenty of ammo, general supplies, fuel, perfectly provisioned for a +quick crystal kidnapping. Smart move pirates, but not smart enough.
+Alex heads to the helm and steadies the ship guiding it out and away +from the library, can’t have any of the remaining cyberplasms easily +reboarding it now can we? Once the ship is out of range Alex checks his +S.T.A.G drone’s twtxt feed for updates.
++@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Cyberplasm approaching crystal +@<drone/fhsoa7483/gps> approx library, top level +@<drone/fhsoa7483/audio> Cyberplasm threatens violence +@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Inky, bread, confidence enter subvertly +@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Visual feed impaired due to unknown smog +@<drone/fhsoa7483/audio> Angry tones, uncertain who
Not particularly helpful, and it rules out my first thought. I could +blindly fire the broadside canons into the library hoping to hit the +cyberplasm, but I’d be just as likely to hit Inky, Bread, Confidence or +any other innocent bystander. I’ve got to get a message to her.
+Alex quickly dispatches a command to the S.T.A.G
++@<drone/fhsoa7483/cmd> Seek Inky +@<drone/fhsoa7483/relay> Secured ship, inform A.I of intentions, will coordinate rescue via the stolen ship
If all we’ve got is this, then we’d best be ready for a quick rescue. +Alex busies himself preparing a new zipline and mooring lines. He then +loads the boradside canons and the top deck swivel canons. It’ll need to +be quick, but if I’m ready I can swing the ship in close, deploy a +zipline for Inky to zip down to the ship with, and defend the retreat +with the swivels. If everyone retreats to the ship we can take a note +from the pirates playbook and blast them to hell with the broadsides +while we make our retreat. Or simply run I suppose, but I dislike the +idea of leaving innocent people to deal with angry pirates
+
The hemogoblin cheers you on as you take possession of the airship, +accidentally squirting a few jets of rust colored blood in its +excitement. Must still be quite young. They don’t gain full control of +their blood sacs until well into adulthood.
+You check your S.T.A.G. drone’s twtxt feeds. This A.I. seems +especially reliable, you note with satisfaction. Its updates are regular +and detailed. Even when there’s not much to report.
+You load up the canons and take control of the helm. The hemogoblin +stands at attention at the broadside canons with a cracklesparkler, +ready to light the fuse at your command. You steer the ship a short +distance away from the hotel, hopefully out of reach of the cyberplasms. +But within range of your own canons and ziplines.
+++While Inky has the attention of both guides, they close the door +again until it is slightly ajar, and make a series of hand gestures. +First pointing at themselves, at their own forearm and fist held stiffly +to mimic the shape of the captain’s arm cannon, to indicate that Inky +will handle the Cyberplasm. Then Inky points the two fingers of a hand +at Bread and Confidence, turns the two fingers downward and swings them +back and forth in opposite directions to convey walking. This was +followed by a single finger pointing in the general direction they had +last seen the hotelier; then the finger hooks inward, the arm repeating +a yanking motion once or twice before ending the gesture with a thumb +tossed over their shoulder towards the hallway away from the staff +entrance, to ask them to get their boss out of the library to a safe +spot.
+Without waiting for confirmation from the toques, Inky opens the +door, abruptly stops, turns and shoves a compostable bag of +mango-flavoured croutons at Bread, gives them a thumbs up in return and +a mildly disturbing, eye-crinkling smile behind their kerchief, before +slipping inside the smoky room. One hand is already pulling out a thin, +extendable metal walking pole with a carrying strap visually resembling +the type used by hikers from their courier bag to check for obstacles +amid the lowered visibility.
+
Confidence watches all of your hand gestures closely, and then nods +resolutely. They draw their large hoe, and turn and start to crouch run +toward the main entrance to to the main hall of the library.
+Bread looks confused, but ready to follow Confidence. They grab their +heavy meat tenderizer and crouch down in imitation of their fellow +toque. Before they can run off, you shove a bag of croutons into their +arms. “Small. Toasted. Bread,” they intonate slowly in wonder. The +confusion falls from their face as they break into a wide grin. “Now +I’ll never disappear without a trace,” they laugh. They thank you and +run like a duck after Confidence.
+++Inside, Inky lobs the empty glass vial that had held the unpleasantly +pungent organic catalyst at a spot the floor several paces roughly from +where the Cyberplasm — presumably the leader of the group — had been +standing earlier, in the opposite direction of the staff entrance in an +attempt to attention from the hotelier’s last location. As they edge +along the wall towards the tower stairs, walking pole looped over one +hand, Inky grabs a few small hardcover novellas from a wall shelf. +Straightening from their crouch, Inky tosses them one at a time +horizontally in quick succession like a discus, but without the +full-body turning motion, across the hall towards the sounds of +frustrated groans and angry muttering. The first starting higher around +where a human head might have once been, one at waist height and another +at the juncture below where ectoplasmic knees might meet prosthetic +legs.
+
You pick up three hardback novellas. If it wasn’t so smoky, and if +you weren’t so much in the middle of a potentially life and death +struggle with the Cyberplasm captain of a pirate airship, you might +notice their titles: Stop and Smell the Crystals, Living +the Corn, and A Big Moon.
+ +Anyway, you start flinging.
+ +After you toss the catalyst, you can see a plasmic form heavily +blurred and obscured by the smoke turn in that direction. You fling +Stop and Smell the Crystals at it, and it spins like a discus +and smashes into the pirate right in the face, above the chin. It howls +and brings its hand to its face, and turns and charges up its arm +cannon.
+ +Mostly going on sound now, you fling Living the Corn at the +pirate’s moan and at the electric whine of the canon charging. You hear +the canon discharge but the half-blind pirate fires wide. You see the +flash of the energy blast hitting something, someone, else obscured by +smoke in the middle distance between the two of you. A man screams out +in pain. Right after the muffled thump of his body hitting the ground, +you hear the clinking and ringing of something heavy and metallic +striking and rolling across the floor.
+Living on Corn strikes the pirate in the elbow, and with a +fizzle and a spark, the arm cannon sputters offline.
+ +The pirate stumbles forward, half-lame and half-blind. It stoops and +scoops up a heavy melon-sized object. It stomps its cybernetic boot, and +small rockets spring out from small compartments on either side of its +ankle. They start to fire up and the pirate is about to make its escape +when A Big Moon hits it right above knee and severs the ghost’s +final connection to its final enhancement.
+It groans as it starts to dissipate, dropping the heavy object once +more.
+“My crew, it is too late for me! I shall never have a new body now! +But it’s not too late for you! You must bring the quintessence to +Mother!”
+And then the pirate’s essence is diluted in the smoke filling the +library.
+++At that moment Inky hears a very low whirring accompanied by clicking +sounds behind them and without glancing backwards, swings the walking +pole at the source of the buzzing. The stick collides with something, +sending it careening backwards with a light clatter through what is +likely a row of bookshelves around the area already partially emptied of +their contents. From the static noise that ensues, Inky realises +whatever it was may or may not have been one of the wizard’s bugs +hovering in the shadows earlier or a disembodied, ectoplasm-spewing +prosthetic limb after all. Inky calls out sheepishly, “Sorry, Young +Master Alex! Was that yours? Oops? Haha?” before smashing two more empty +glass bottles as a distraction for any remaining Cyberplasms lurking on +the same floor, and sprints up the tower stairs, using the banisters as +a guide.
+
The Amber Imp is feverishly reporting all the goings on from inside +the S.T.A.G. drone when Inky strikes its conveyance with their walking +pole. The bug is destroyed on contact. The imp barely manages to fire +off one final End Of Transmission post before ejecting from the craft, +which sinks below like an exploded firework. It drifts on the currents +of smoke and flows out through the hole in the wall into the open air +outside. The imp falls through open space and starts to think back on +its life. So much time and energy spent chasing its hopes and dreams, +its goals and aspirations. So much of its life wasted in pursuit. Always +reaching, never grasping. Is that all it gets? Is this the end? Did it +ever really even get a chance to really live?
+These thoughts race through its head as it falls, but are cut short +when it abruptly lands on a hard bed of cloudstuff. It tumbles and rolls +and comes to a stop. And when it looks up, amazed to be alive and vowing +to make the most of this second chance at life, it looks up into the +benevolent smiling face of a pink zephynos.
+~
+Inky, you cross the floor to where the pirate had its last stand. You +find what appears to be approximately one-fifth of the hotelier, and +wonder idly where the rest of him might be. And you notice a conspicuous +lack of Ginnarak Crystal.
+You do however notice a soft crunch underfoot. And when you bend down +to inspect it—disorganized cyberplasms running amok in the smoke behind +you—you discover a trail of mango flavored croutons leading across the +hall to the tower stairs.
+You sprint up the stairs using the banisters as a guide. The +breadcrumb trail ends on the seventh level, where Confidence sits +slumped against the wall between two bookshelves. They have one arm +around four-fifths of the hotelier, his shocked gaze telling you +everything you need to know, that he is entirely dead but just doesn’t +know it yet. Their other arm is around Bread, who has suffered a massive +wound to the chest and is only slightly more alive than the hotelier. On +the ground between Confidence’s legs is the Ginnarak Crystal. Several +loose pages are stuck to its sides, held in place by drying blood and +ectoplasm.
+Confidence looks at you and smiles wearily. “We left a trail for you. +It was Bread’s idea. They were a good guide.”
+WHAT DO YOU DO
+Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria
--This seems a bit strange. Certainly Blavin has been pulling - strings from behind the scenes the whole time, but why - coordinate a special escort for us when there are other - retrieval teams, and we’ve been less than amicable with the - bloke the entire time.. Alex thinks to himself.
-DM: I’d like to check for any signs of deceit in the - toques demeanor or communcations with us
-Confidence you said right? What would you do if I simply - chose not to accompany you? I mean, there’s a whole city - around us, perhaps I’d prefer a drink before climbing a - mountains worth of stairs. Or better yet, I could get back on - the boat and ride to the top and same myself the hassle.
+As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute + little hemogoblin appears. “Aww little fellas just scared.” + Alex lowers the dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin. + Best to leave it be for now, there’s more important + things.
+As the balloon gets within range of the ship Alex begins to + scan the deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his + bug to track the location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It + looks like there may be an opporunity to jump from the balloon + to the ship. After that cutting the zip lines would give me + the opporunity to steal the ship, leaving the cyberplasms + trapped at the top of the hotel.
Bread once again looks confused. Confidence looks - surprised, caught off guard.
- -Confidence sputters, “Well, yes, of course. You’ve been - traveling for some time now, haven’t you? I can assure you - that the food and drink at Runesocesius will be better than - anything you can get here! But the choice is entirely yours. - Feel free to avail yourself of the local offerings. We will - wait here at the steps for you.”
-Bread nods slowly, and seems to trailing behind the - conversation just a second or two.
-Their reactions seem genuine to you despite the - circumstances. They seem like a couple of low level employees - of a luxury hotel earnestly trying to follow the instructions - they’ve been given.
-There are a couple of stalls and vendors set up around the - gondola station. Many of them serve mulled wine and hot - chocolate. There is some edible fare. Hot sandwiches and - pitas. Nothing that an empanada from Enrique’s wouldn’t put to - shame. But they look hot and steamy, and of great comfort to - anybody who might be hungry and cold. There are a few fire - pits, next to which there are long benches with blankets, - where you might sit and warm up for a bit.
-The gondola lift ends here, and does not continue up to the - mountain any further. The cloud steps are the most common way - to get up to the peak, and to the Runesocesius. But you’re - pretty sure one or two of the stalls here offers balloon rides - up to the peak for thrill seekers and for those with - accessibility needs.
+Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship. + The vast majority of them have zipped into the hotel + tower.
+You check your bug’s feed. It has gone almost entirely + unnoticed in the fracas, and you are able to piece together a + clear picture of the inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand + library, its galleries spanning each floor of the tower. One + of the largest collections in all of Basmentaria.
+The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and + are pouring into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to + see a rail-thin, bald and mustachioed man standing defensively + in front of a display case. “No! You can’t!” he exclaims as a + disembodied sickle approaches him in a cloud of electricity + and ectoplasm.
+Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of + rock the size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.
--“I think you already know I’m interested in neither bread - nor cheese, the second of which I certainly did not ask for - yet you tried to offer in your hasty pretence.” Inky smiles - thinly at the toques.
-Taking out a small bag of gold coins and weighing it slowly - on one hand to the sound of coins clinking inside the pouch, - Inky continues, “Speak, answer our questions frankly and you - will be rewarded. The hotelier up there need not know. Breathe - a word of our little chat to another soul, however …” Inky’s - gaze cut briefly to four snow ravens perched atop a spiral - lamp post and back, “and you will learn the meaning of - disappearing without a trace.”
+Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked + up along the path up to read later, including a number that + from a cursory glance appear to be from a culinary collection + and a few from some moth-eaten but finely illustrated + botanical tome, among others.
+Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and + manages to catch a frantic-looking attendant near the + reception to ask the whereabouts of the hotelier, indicating + they had a business appointment with said manager.
Bread looks confused. You are starting to believe it is - their default expression. “So, you don’t want no - chee—”
-“Our only desire is to help!” Confidence hastily - interrupts. He smiles pleasingly. “We are your guides! Not - just physically up the steps, but in all things here on Kelsun - Peak. You have but to ask, and if it is within our power to - give it, it will be yours! We are but humble ser—”
-And just then Confidence is also suddenly interrupted. A - thundering boom like a canon sounds from somewhere nearby, - followed quickly by an explosion somewhere up above. Snow - ravens fly off in all directions in a panic. The sound ripples - through the mountaintop, rattling the ground on which you - stand. A bunch of small rocks and two large boulders shake - loose from the mountainside. Shoppers and travelers shout and - duck for cover as they are pelted by the scree. One of the - large boulder bounces clear over the station and plummets down - the side of the mountain before disappearing into the cloud - ocean below. The second one falls straight toward the - platform. A vendor selling wreaths and candles dives out of - the way as his stall is crushed by the boulder. A bench is - toppled over, spilling its blankets into the fire pit, and - catches fire, quickly spreading to another nearby stall.
-Bread looks up at the sky, confused. You see a thin line of - black smoke starting to rise up into the sky from over the - ridge where the Runesocesius lies. Confidence shouts, and you - see him pointing at the sea, where a balloonship is rising up - out of the cloud bank, sailing quickly toward you and the - summit of Kelsun Peak.
-It resembles a seafaring ship, but instead of masts and - sails, it has two large, colorful, patchwork balloons that - provide it lift. A large fan on a pivot at the rear of the - ship provides thrust. As you watch, it fires a second - canon—that is what the sound was!—nearly straight up, - arcing up and over the peak at Palace Runesocesius.
-The crew of the ship bustle around on the deck of the ship, - reloading the canons, firing the balloons, shouting, giving - and following orders.
-“Cyberplasms,” groans Confidence, and Bread whimpers. Alex, - that quiet, dull, static roar that has been constantly - tickling the back of your head ever since you found that - dagger seems to rise in pitch and in tone. It conveys a sense - of urgency, of warning. You can almost hear a - desperate voice behind the static fuzz cautioning you, - “Evil…”
-The only corporeal element of the crew are their cybernetic - enhancements. A mechanical leg. A synthetic eye. A claw, a - hook, a hand. An arm canon. Almost all of them have more than - one, some as many as 3 or 5. The cybernetic pieces of each - individual crew member are held together by plasmic energy - arcs, crackling blue and green. And surrounding the bioware - and the plasmic arcs of each crew member, like a blanket or a - cocoon, is the translucent, wavering, ghostly form of some - humanoid long-dead.
-The figure standing on the deck surveying the work of the - rest of the crew—presumably the captain—has a synthetic eye - rotating freely, 360 degrees in all directions, inside its - skull-like head; a bulky arm canon; and a thin robotic leg - terminating in a thick boot. Plasmic blasts arc through its - core, sometimes disrupting and glitching its ghostly body.
-The captain raises its arm canon and shouts to the crew. - Its voice carried on the breeze sounds like something - otherworldly rising slowly from the murky deep. “Fire the - canon, boys! And fire up the balloons! Drop the ballast! That - crystal is ours!”
-It happens very quickly: the ship ascends to the summit and - soon is firing grappling hooks at it to pull themselves in and - breach the walls of the hotel.
-Bread looks at you, wide-eyed and trembling. They let loose - a pitiful wail and turn and start running up the steps. - “Bread!” Confidence yells after them. They cast a backward - glance at you. “I’ve got to help Bread! We’ve got to save the - hotel!” And they give chase to their fellow toque, bounding up - the cloudstuff steps.
+You walk in through the hotel’s main entrance. The grandeur + would take your breath away were it not for the shouting and + the smoke and the explosions coming from down the hall to your + right.
+You wave down a passing hotel clerk and inquire after the + hotelier. They are hauling a large bucket of hot water, and + carrying an oversized bundle of clean towels under one arm. + They pause for a moment to look at you incredulously before + running off in the opposite direction.
+A cry rings out nearby and a Cyberplasm flies through an + open door down the hallway. It lands in a heap of crackling + energy, smears of ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it + were bleeding heavily. It seems to be barely held together by + the energy stored in its cybernetic leg and a metal skull + plate.
+It scoots backwards on its hands and its butt, trying to + stand up. Two toques leap out of the door after it. You + recognize Bread and Confidence right away.
+Bread has obviously been to the kitchens. They are wearing + tin baking sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as + makeshift armor, and have a couple of dangerous looking + kitchen knives hanging from their belt. At the moment they are + swinging a large meat tenderizer over their head as though it + were a war hammer.
+Confidence, meanwhile, has been to the gardener’s shed. + They are wearing a heavy leather apron and thick leather + gloves, and have a trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or + rake strapped to their back.
+Bread lowers their hammer on Cyberplasms head, denting the + skull plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands + at the leg. As soon as the prosthetics go offline and the + plasmic arcs cease firing, there is nothing left holding the + ectoplasm together and the ghost kind of dissipates into the + air with a soft wail.
+They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing + their offensive stances. “Oh!” cries Bread. “It’s you!”
+“You don’t happen,” asks Confidence, “to need a guide, do + you?”
WHAT DO YOU DO
+ href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00227.html">www + ]]> +++Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his + last request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt, + impactful. “Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could + even it be trusted? Was HQ compromised? His informants in + danger? His allies and leads awash in the dark grey mist of + uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted, cracked, + and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasn’t + certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy + response had him on edge.
+This anxiety didn’t boil up to the surface, not a line of + worry or hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue + eyes. Outwardly he was just as composed as ever, but between + these uncertainties, the loss of his uncle, and now this + utterly strange dagger he’d found amongst his uncle’s + belongings, he wasn’t certain how long that composure would + last. It didn’t held that he felt this gnawing at the back of + his mind, as though something was probing, attempting to + communicate with him, somewhere between telepathy and utter + magic, and not in any sense that Alex understood.
+And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle’s + allies, and very little intention to change that situation at + the moment.
+As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet + them Alex jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but + fluffy, ground. He cast a look around him at what appeared to + be an ordinary port of entry, noting the crowds of people + passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke curtly to them, + “Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to take us, + and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information + only. There’s too much unnerving in an unknown situation like + this.
+
~
+++Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the + second toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no + cheese.”
+
“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch + of embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets, + presumably looking for a morsel of cheese to share with the + travelers, but finding none. They groan miserably. Confidence + butts in apologetically, “There will be plenty of food at the + hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue perhaps? Kelsun + Peak’s famous liquid gold!”
+“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread + answers Alex. Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement. + “But I suppose technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points + up at the sky, in the general direction of the summit of + Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to Palace Runesocesius.” + They thumb over their shoulder in the general direction of the + stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”
+Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A + Ginnarak Crystal! I can’t hardly believe it! Thought they had + all been lost to the ages. I hear it’s complete dumb random + luck that this one turned up. Story is, an aetherwael beached + itself on some wide zephynos boulevard. Happens sometimes. + Poor things can’t distinguish between clouds and cloudstuff. I + don’t blame ’em! At a distance, you and me can’t either! + Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side. + Dratted poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be + dashed to a thousand pieces on the rocks below. But it had a + harpoon in its side and was trailing behind it a float bag + tethered to the harpoon. And you probably already guessed what + was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes their brief + story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with + excitement.
+“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an + attempt to restore decorum. Both of the toques have been + gently herding you toward the base of the stairs this whole + time. “You know how the zephynos are. You could give them all + the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless like a + Ginnarak Crystal, and they’d just as quickly misplace it out + of carelessness. If it’s not a cloud they can sculpt into the + shape of seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature, + they just don’t give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind + of the aetherwael and found out about the crystal before they + managed to lose it, or bury it inside of a sculpture or + something silly! He has it safe and sound in the library up at + Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot + sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking + the solid cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited + to greet you!”
+WHAT DO YOU DO
+ ]]>++As Blavin finished his afterthought about handing over the + crystal, a yelp was the only warning they heard before a young + waiter was suddenly half-sprawled over the hobbit, a tray of + ginger beers toppled from his hand and the mugs’ contents + splashed onto the hobbit’s front, though fortunately some of + it ended up in a large puddle on the ground rather than on + Blavin’s person. The waiter had tripped over a bag on the + floor on his way to the table two over from theirs and was + scrambling to his feet.
+“By Nullar’s nuts, I— OH SH——!! S-s-sorry, sir! Hold on, + l-lemme get— uh—” the waiter looked around frantically. The + waitress who had brought their drinks rushed over with some + clean dry towels, a few of which she handed to the other + waiter, and they both proceeded to wipe and dab at Blavin’s + damp clothes amid the hapless waiter’s babbled apologies. + Under the cover of the towels, the waitress patted down the + hobbit’s vest and replaced the sheaf of papers she had + covertly lifted from one of the vest pockets earlier with a + beguiling smile and wink. Once the beer on the floor had been + cleaned up (the despondent young waiter had offered to pay for + Blavin’s next two rounds of drinks) and the waiters had moved + on to serve other customers, Inky spoke.
+“You don’t mind that we prefer to deliver it to the + Benefactor personally, of course,” Inky piped cheerily, + referring to the crystal. “The late wizard thought it was + prudent to cover our bases since you’re a new, untested case + manager after all. Besides, a little delayed gratification + never hurt anybody, did it?” Inky smiled and raised their + drink. “Another toast in tribute to Master Corraidhín! May his + courage and buoyant spirit guide us on our next mission!”
+~
+When Inky stepped out of the tavern and was a few paces + away, someone clattered through the door and called out, “Hey! + You forgot your takeout!”
+Inky turned in the direction of the voice. It was the + waitress who had served their table earlier. She waved a brown + paper bag in one hand. Inky gave her an embarrassed smile and + said, “Thanks.” As the bag changed hands, the waitress mouthed + soundlessly, We’ll report any more. She went back + inside, and Inky strolled off into the cool night air with the + bag securely tucked away next to a tea pouch and a more + pressing question: what blend would go best with fried + tofurkey balls?
+~
+(Meanwhile)
+“The BANDit and his associates had gone to the tavern.” His + assistant looked up from the scrap of paper held under a + claw.
+Beaker heaved a sigh and rubbed the tips of one wing + against his forehead. Surely he had better things to do than + play Eye Spy over a bunch of crackpots, such as peer reviewing + the latest draft of a paper on the development of Cerylidian + hunting techniques for an upcoming issue of The + Ichnition. But Cio seemed to think something may come of + it and unfortunately, she was usually right about + troublemakers.
+“Tell them to continue tailing from a distance,” he replied + with a distracted wave, and his assistant left the room.
+Anyway, if he had the spare time, he could look at more + interesting things, like the data he had collected surrounding + the disappearance of the time anomaly that had popped up a few + weeks ago. It had happened gradually, and he still wasn’t + entirely sure what had caused this particular incident, but + the signals picked up by his instruments had later faded, just + like other ones before it. Still, it was comparatively larger + than previous ones, and seemed to have taken slightly longer + to dissipate, which meant more data points.
+He stole another glance at his Dat repositories before + sighing again, swivelling his chair and attention back to the + manuscript before him. Work first … then more work.
+
~
+++The party dispersed after the discussion with Blavin. + Nobody had wanted to relinquish the crystal to him, personally + Alex felt that was prudent, though he still wasn’t sure what + the point of it all was. The foolish hobbit had blathered on + and on about their “mark” tactfully ignoring the real + questions. And then the bug, damn it, the bug that chittered + on about absolutely nothing for hours. It didn’t take Alex too + long to figure out why, but he clung to the transmission until + it died out hoping he’d be mistaken.
+So there he sat, in the attic of his once Uncle, staring + bleakly into a cup of dark black coffee. The desk strewn with + hastily scratched notes pulled from the bugs feeds. At least + the one that had tracked that nosey group had proved somewhat + helpful. Turns out this little group has less friends than a + drunk who’s run up their tab.
+Still, there’s no point to share any of this information. + It’s too loose, not definitive enough to action with the + group.
+Alex begins to pen a message to an fellow operative, in + hopes that HQ will pick it up and assign someone to the + task.
++<- OP 2817 * LOC MB-A +-> OP 25120 * LOC ESPER + +CLEARANCE: SECRET +PACKET ENCLOSED. YOUR EYES ONLY. + +REQUESTING DETAIL ON BLAVIN +EMPLOY OF "THE BENEFACTOR" +PERCEPTIVE, AWARE OF BUGS. +DO NOT CONTACT, DO NOT DISRUPT +EXTREME CAUTION IMPERATIVE.
Once penned Alex encrypts it with GPG and sends it along. + These channels have worked well for him in the past. If Blavin + wants to play games, then games we shall have.
+“I hate to do this” Alex mumbles to himself. “Normally I’d + trail him myself, but I don’t think I have much say in the + matter.” As it stands the group is dead set on gathering more + of these cyrstals, regardless of what the danger may be, and + if Alex wants to find his Uncle, they’re his best bet in doing + so. Blavin doesn’t even matter outside of that. But if he can + help the group reach their end faster, or force the + information out of Blavin, perhaps it can come sooner..
+Alex lets out another sigh and glances wistfully around the + gloomy attic room. It looked just like he remembered his + Uncle’s office looking like at the College of Sysorcerery when + he had taught there. He always was so particular. Pushing his + chair away and grabbing his coffee he wanders to the bookshelf + where a large steamer chest sits beside it. The bookshelf is + covered in manuscripts, “Practical Common Lisp”, “The C + Programming Language Vol 2”, “RHEL 5 Systems Administration”, + each one arcane and well worn. And the amount of volumes, + sometimes it’s a wonder Corraidhin had time to do anything + other than read.
+“Maybe if I had been a little more studious I’d know how to + help you..” as he pulls “A Guide to Backups and All Things + Necessary” off of the shelf a knife falls out of the book, and + clatters onto the floor glaring malevolently up at Alex.
+
Your gondola lift finally rises above the thick layer of + clouds. The sudden flash of clear blue sky is a revelation + after ascending for nearly 60 minutes through clouds so thick + you couldn’t see through the foggy windows more than three + feet. Above you towers rocky, imposing Kelsun Peak. You can + just see a tiny portion of the hotel roof through a cleft in + the rocks. Below you, a frozen turbulent ocean of clouds + dotted with twisting leaning spires and spiraling branching + towers, all made out of solid cloudstuff. Handiwork of the + whimsical and industrious zephynos.
+You spot two or three of them now, leaping and diving + playfully through the clouds like dolphins, spinning the + clouds like yarn, and packing them into solid constructs. + Their current project resembles a garden of outlandish, + distorted tubas, french horns, and trombones.
+The small cloud dragons are about 6 - 8 feet long including + their thick tails. They have wide faces with round lidless + eyes, and always seem to be smiling. Their heads are topped + with multiple pairs of filamented stalks. They have six short, + stubby arms with long thin fingers that they use to knead and + pull clouds into solid shapes.
+They build ceaselessly and mostly for the sake of building: + they have no apparent need for the structures themselves, + living as they do floating among the clouds. On occasion they + have been entreated to build on behalf of others. And the rare + floating palace or city can still be found drifting around + Basmentaria as a result. The great city of Vay’Neddas—tethered + to the ground by great chains to Primora in the north and + Agendell in the south—is one of their greatest enduring + works.
+You approach the gondola station at the base of Kelsun + Peak, and exit your cable car as it slowly rounds the + bullwheel. There are two toques—presumably meant to be + operating the lifts—standing off to the side, ignoring their + responsibilities, complaining loudly to nobody and everybody + about being forced to work long hours and being unfairly + compensated. The tips of their soft, conical heads slump + forward, calling to mind revolutionaries, or smurfs.
+It is wicked cold as you step out onto the platform and the + wind nips and bites at you relentlessly.
+At the edge of the platform, foggy white steps made of firm + cloudstuff climb up around the side of the mountain peak to + the Palace Runesocesius. Once the conspicuously extravagant + residence of one of Basmentaria’s most powerful politicians, + it has since—after its owner fell from public favor and was + routed out—been gutted and transformed into a luxury hotel of + equally conspicuous extravagance. It continues to be one of + the highest inhabitable places on Basmentaria.
+Two small toques at the base of the steps rush forward to + meet you—the floppy tips of their coneheads waggling side to + side in their exuberance—and introduce themselves as + Confidence and Bread, your guides. They have been instructed + to guide you up to Runesocesius where you will take posession + of the Ginnarak Crystal.
+WHAT DO YOU DO
+ + ]]> +--As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it - up to the 2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need - a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air - rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more - intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back - to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings. - It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving blankets. - They seem to writhe, as though something beneath them is - injured.
-Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the - blankets from the corner of the balloon basket revealing - whatever lay beneath.
+Alex snatches up his new hemo friend cheering huzzah as he + does. We’ve got a pirate ship little guy!
+Rushing about the deck Alex quickly takes stock of what’s + left, plenty of ammo, general supplies, fuel, perfectly + provisioned for a quick crystal kidnapping. Smart move + pirates, but not smart enough.
+Alex heads to the helm and steadies the ship guiding it out + and away from the library, can’t have any of the remaining + cyberplasms easily reboarding it now can we? Once the ship is + out of range Alex checks his S.T.A.G drone’s twtxt feed for + updates.
++@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Cyberplasm approaching crystal +@<drone/fhsoa7483/gps> approx library, top level +@<drone/fhsoa7483/audio> Cyberplasm threatens violence +@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Inky, bread, confidence enter subvertly +@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Visual feed impaired due to unknown smog +@<drone/fhsoa7483/audio> Angry tones, uncertain who
Not particularly helpful, and it rules out my first + thought. I could blindly fire the broadside canons into the + library hoping to hit the cyberplasm, but I’d be just as + likely to hit Inky, Bread, Confidence or any other innocent + bystander. I’ve got to get a message to her.
+Alex quickly dispatches a command to the S.T.A.G
++@<drone/fhsoa7483/cmd> Seek Inky +@<drone/fhsoa7483/relay> Secured ship, inform A.I of intentions, will coordinate rescue via the stolen ship
If all we’ve got is this, then we’d best be ready for a + quick rescue. Alex busies himself preparing a new zipline and + mooring lines. He then loads the boradside canons and the top + deck swivel canons. It’ll need to be quick, but if I’m ready I + can swing the ship in close, deploy a zipline for Inky to zip + down to the ship with, and defend the retreat with the + swivels. If everyone retreats to the ship we can take a note + from the pirates playbook and blast them to hell with the + broadsides while we make our retreat. Or simply run I suppose, + but I dislike the idea of leaving innocent people to deal with + angry pirates
The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its - little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra - fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright - yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to - glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.
-As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the - Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the - mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its - hoard.
-The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to - the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you. - They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you - can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A - thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the - tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air - with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an - extensive library.
-You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets, - jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small - bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted - face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from - you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place. - You have found a frightened hemogoblin stowaway!
-WHAT DO YOU DO
- - ]]> -The hemogoblin cheers you on as you take possession of the + airship, accidentally squirting a few jets of rust colored + blood in its excitement. Must still be quite young. They don’t + gain full control of their blood sacs until well into + adulthood.
+You check your S.T.A.G. drone’s twtxt feeds. This A.I. + seems especially reliable, you note with satisfaction. Its + updates are regular and detailed. Even when there’s not much + to report.
+You load up the canons and take control of the helm. The + hemogoblin stands at attention at the broadside canons with a + cracklesparkler, ready to light the fuse at your command. You + steer the ship a short distance away from the hotel, hopefully + out of reach of the cyberplasms. But within range of your own + canons and ziplines.
-+Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his - last request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt, - impactful. “Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could - even it be trusted? Was HQ compromised? His informants in - danger? His allies and leads awash in the dark grey mist of - uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted, cracked, - and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasn’t - certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy - response had him on edge.
-This anxiety didn’t boil up to the surface, not a line of - worry or hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue - eyes. Outwardly he was just as composed as ever, but between - these uncertainties, the loss of his uncle, and now this - utterly strange dagger he’d found amongst his uncle’s - belongings, he wasn’t certain how long that composure would - last. It didn’t held that he felt this gnawing at the back of - his mind, as though something was probing, attempting to - communicate with him, somewhere between telepathy and utter - magic, and not in any sense that Alex understood.
-And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle’s - allies, and very little intention to change that situation at - the moment.
-As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet - them Alex jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but - fluffy, ground. He cast a look around him at what appeared to - be an ordinary port of entry, noting the crowds of people - passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke curtly to them, - “Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to take us, - and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information - only. There’s too much unnerving in an unknown situation like - this.
+While Inky has the attention of both guides, they close the + door again until it is slightly ajar, and make a series of + hand gestures. First pointing at themselves, at their own + forearm and fist held stiffly to mimic the shape of the + captain’s arm cannon, to indicate that Inky will handle the + Cyberplasm. Then Inky points the two fingers of a hand at + Bread and Confidence, turns the two fingers downward and + swings them back and forth in opposite directions to convey + walking. This was followed by a single finger pointing in the + general direction they had last seen the hotelier; then the + finger hooks inward, the arm repeating a yanking motion once + or twice before ending the gesture with a thumb tossed over + their shoulder towards the hallway away from the staff + entrance, to ask them to get their boss out of the library to + a safe spot.
+Without waiting for confirmation from the toques, Inky + opens the door, abruptly stops, turns and shoves a compostable + bag of mango-flavoured croutons at Bread, gives them a thumbs + up in return and a mildly disturbing, eye-crinkling smile + behind their kerchief, before slipping inside the smoky room. + One hand is already pulling out a thin, extendable metal + walking pole with a carrying strap visually resembling the + type used by hikers from their courier bag to check for + obstacles amid the lowered visibility.
Confidence watches all of your hand gestures closely, and + then nods resolutely. They draw their large hoe, and turn and + start to crouch run toward the main entrance to to the main + hall of the library.
+Bread looks confused, but ready to follow Confidence. They + grab their heavy meat tenderizer and crouch down in imitation + of their fellow toque. Before they can run off, you shove a + bag of croutons into their arms. “Small. Toasted. Bread,” they + intonate slowly in wonder. The confusion falls from their face + as they break into a wide grin. “Now I’ll never disappear + without a trace,” they laugh. They thank you and run like a + duck after Confidence.
+++Inside, Inky lobs the empty glass vial that had held the + unpleasantly pungent organic catalyst at a spot the floor + several paces roughly from where the Cyberplasm — presumably + the leader of the group — had been standing earlier, in the + opposite direction of the staff entrance in an attempt to + divert attention from the hotelier’s last location. As they + edge along the wall towards the tower stairs, walking pole + looped over one hand, Inky grabs a few small hardcover + novellas from a wall shelf. Straightening from their crouch, + Inky tosses them one at a time horizontally in quick + succession like a discus, but without the full-body turning + motion, across the hall towards the sounds of frustrated + groans and angry muttering. The first starting higher around + where a human head might have once been, one at waist height + and another at the juncture below where ectoplasmic knees + might meet prosthetic legs.
+
You pick up three hardback novellas. If it wasn’t so smoky, + and if you weren’t so much in the middle of a potentially life + and death struggle with the Cyberplasm captain of a pirate + airship, you might notice their titles: Stop and Smell the + Crystals, Living the Corn, and A Big + Moon.
+ +Anyway, you start flinging.
+ +After you toss the catalyst, you can see a plasmic form + heavily blurred and obscured by the smoke turn in that + direction. You fling Stop and Smell the Crystals at + it, and it spins like a discus and smashes into the pirate + right in the face, above the chin. It howls and brings its + hand to its face, and turns and charges up its arm cannon.
+ +Mostly going on sound now, you fling Living the + Corn at the pirate’s moan and at the electric whine of + the canon charging. You hear the canon discharge but the + half-blind pirate fires wide. You see the flash of the energy + blast hitting something, someone, else obscured by smoke in + the middle distance between the two of you. A man screams out + in pain. Right after the muffled thump of his body hitting the + ground, you hear the clinking and ringing of something heavy + and metallic striking and rolling across the floor.
+Living on Corn strikes the pirate in the elbow, + and with a fizzle and a spark, the arm cannon sputters + offline.
+ +The pirate stumbles forward, half-lame and half-blind. It + stoops and scoops up a heavy melon-sized object. It stomps its + cybernetic boot, and small rockets spring out from small + compartments on either side of its ankle. They start to fire + up and the pirate is about to make its escape when A Big + Moon hits it right above knee and severs the ghost’s + final connection to its final enhancement.
+It groans as it starts to dissipate, dropping the heavy + object once more.
+“My crew, it is too late for me! I shall never have a new + body now! But it’s not too late for you! You must bring the + quintessence to Mother!”
+And then the pirate’s essence is diluted in the smoke + filling the library.
+++At that moment Inky hears a very low whirring accompanied + by clicking sounds behind them and without glancing backwards, + swings the walking pole at the source of the buzzing. The + stick collides with something, sending it careening backwards + with a light clatter through what is likely a row of + bookshelves around the area already partially emptied of their + contents. From the static noise that ensues, Inky realises + whatever it was may or may not have been one of the wizard’s + bugs hovering in the shadows earlier or a disembodied, + ectoplasm-spewing prosthetic limb after all. Inky calls out + sheepishly, “Sorry, Young Master Alex! Was that yours? Oops? + Haha?” before smashing two more empty glass bottles as a + distraction for any remaining Cyberplasms lurking on the same + floor, and sprints up the tower stairs, using the banisters as + a guide.
+
The Amber Imp is feverishly reporting all the goings on + from inside the S.T.A.G. drone when Inky strikes its + conveyance with their walking pole. The bug is destroyed on + contact. The imp barely manages to fire off one final End Of + Transmission post before ejecting from the craft, which sinks + below like an exploded firework. It drifts on the currents of + smoke and flows out through the hole in the wall into the open + air outside. The imp falls through open space and starts to + think back on its life. So much time and energy spent chasing + its hopes and dreams, its goals and aspirations. So much of + its life wasted in pursuit. Always reaching, never grasping. + Is that all it gets? Is this the end? Did it ever really even + get a chance to really live?
+These thoughts race through its head as it falls, but are + cut short when it abruptly lands on a hard bed of cloudstuff. + It tumbles and rolls and comes to a stop. And when it looks + up, amazed to be alive and vowing to make the most of this + second chance at life, it looks up into the benevolent smiling + face of a pink zephynos.
~
---Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the - second toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no - cheese.”
-
“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch - of embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets, - presumably looking for a morsel of cheese to share with the - travelers, but finding none. They groan miserably. Confidence - butts in apologetically, “There will be plenty of food at the - hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue perhaps? Kelsun - Peak’s famous liquid gold!”
-“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread - answers Alex. Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement. - “But I suppose technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points - up at the sky, in the general direction of the summit of - Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to Palace Runesocesius.” - They thumb over their shoulder in the general direction of the - stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”
-Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A - Ginnarak Crystal! I can’t hardly believe it! Thought they had - all been lost to the ages. I hear it’s complete dumb random - luck that this one turned up. Story is, an aetherwael beached - itself on some wide zephynos boulevard. Happens sometimes. - Poor things can’t distinguish between clouds and cloudstuff. I - don’t blame ’em! At a distance, you and me can’t either! - Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side. - Dratted poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be - dashed to a thousand pieces on the rocks below. But it had a - harpoon in its side and was trailing behind it a float bag - tethered to the harpoon. And you probably already guessed what - was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes their brief - story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with - excitement.
-“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an - attempt to restore decorum. Both of the toques have been - gently herding you toward the base of the stairs this whole - time. “You know how the zephynos are. You could give them all - the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless like a - Ginnarak Crystal, and they’d just as quickly misplace it out - of carelessness. If it’s not a cloud they can sculpt into the - shape of seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature, - they just don’t give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind - of the aetherwael and found out about the crystal before they - managed to lose it, or bury it inside of a sculpture or - something silly! He has it safe and sound in the library up at - Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot - sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking - the solid cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited - to greet you!”
+Inky, you cross the floor to where the pirate had its last + stand. You find what appears to be approximately one-fifth of + the hotelier, and wonder idly where the rest of him might be. + And you notice a conspicuous lack of Ginnarak Crystal.
+You do however notice a soft crunch underfoot. And when you + bend down to inspect it—disorganized cyberplasms running amok + in the smoke behind you—you discover a trail of mango flavored + croutons leading across the hall to the tower stairs.
+You sprint up the stairs using the banisters as a guide. + The breadcrumb trail ends on the seventh level, where + Confidence sits slumped against the wall between two + bookshelves. They have one arm around four-fifths of the + hotelier, his shocked gaze telling you everything you need to + know, that he is entirely dead but just doesn’t know it yet. + Their other arm is around Bread, who has suffered a massive + wound to the chest and is only slightly more alive than the + hotelier. On the ground between Confidence’s legs is the + Ginnarak Crystal. Several loose pages are stuck to its sides, + held in place by drying blood and ectoplasm.
+Confidence looks at you and smiles wearily. “We left a + trail for you. It was Bread’s idea. They were a good + guide.”
WHAT DO YOU DO
+ href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00250.html">www ]]>--As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute - little hemogoblin appears. “Aww little fellas just scared.” - Alex lowers the dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin. - Best to leave it be for now, there’s more important - things.
-As the balloon gets within range of the ship Alex begins to - scan the deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his - bug to track the location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It - looks like there may be an opporunity to jump from the balloon - to the ship. After that cutting the zip lines would give me - the opporunity to steal the ship, leaving the cyberplasms - trapped at the top of the hotel.
+As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it + up to the 2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need + a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air + rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more + intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back + to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings. + It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving blankets. + They seem to writhe, as though something beneath them is + injured.
+Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the + blankets from the corner of the balloon basket revealing + whatever lay beneath.
Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship. - The vast majority of them have zipped into the hotel - tower.
-You check your bug’s feed. It has gone almost entirely - unnoticed in the fracas, and you are able to piece together a - clear picture of the inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand - library, its galleries spanning each floor of the tower. One - of the largest collections in all of Basmentaria.
-The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and - are pouring into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to - see a rail-thin, bald and mustachioed man standing defensively - in front of a display case. “No! You can’t!” he exclaims as a - disembodied sickle approaches him in a cloud of electricity - and ectoplasm.
-Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of - rock the size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.
---Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked - up along the path up to read later, including a number that - from a cursory glance appear to be from a culinary collection - and a few from some moth-eaten but finely illustrated - botanical tome, among others.
-Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and - manages to catch a frantic-looking attendant near the - reception to ask the whereabouts of the hotelier, indicating - they had a business appointment with said manager.
-
You walk in through the hotel’s main entrance. The grandeur - would take your breath away were it not for the shouting and - the smoke and the explosions coming from down the hall to your - right.
-You wave down a passing hotel clerk and inquire after the - hotelier. They are hauling a large bucket of hot water, and - carrying an oversized bundle of clean towels under one arm. - They pause for a moment to look at you incredulously before - running off in the opposite direction.
-A cry rings out nearby and a Cyberplasm flies through an - open door down the hallway. It lands in a heap of crackling - energy, smears of ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it - were bleeding heavily. It seems to be barely held together by - the energy stored in its cybernetic leg and a metal skull - plate.
-It scoots backwards on its hands and its butt, trying to - stand up. Two toques leap out of the door after it. You - recognize Bread and Confidence right away.
-Bread has obviously been to the kitchens. They are wearing - tin baking sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as - makeshift armor, and have a couple of dangerous looking - kitchen knives hanging from their belt. At the moment they are - swinging a large meat tenderizer over their head as though it - were a war hammer.
-Confidence, meanwhile, has been to the gardener’s shed. - They are wearing a heavy leather apron and thick leather - gloves, and have a trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or - rake strapped to their back.
-Bread lowers their hammer on Cyberplasms head, denting the - skull plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands - at the leg. As soon as the prosthetics go offline and the - plasmic arcs cease firing, there is nothing left holding the - ectoplasm together and the ghost kind of dissipates into the - air with a soft wail.
-They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing - their offensive stances. “Oh!” cries Bread. “It’s you!”
-“You don’t happen,” asks Confidence, “to need a guide, do - you?”
+The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its + little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra + fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright + yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to + glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.
+As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the + Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the + mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its + hoard.
+The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to + the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you. + They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you + can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A + thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the + tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air + with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an + extensive library.
+You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets, + jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small + bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted + face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from + you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place. + You have found a frightened hemogoblin stowaway!
WHAT DO YOU DO
+ href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00219.html">www ]]>--As Blavin finished his afterthought about handing over the - crystal, a yelp was the only warning they heard before a young - waiter was suddenly half-sprawled over the hobbit, a tray of - ginger beers toppled from his hand and the mugs’ contents - splashed onto the hobbit’s front, though fortunately some of - it ended up in a large puddle on the ground rather than on - Blavin’s person. The waiter had tripped over a bag on the - floor on his way to the table two over from theirs and was - scrambling to his feet.
-“By Nullar’s nuts, I— OH SH——!! S-s-sorry, sir! Hold on, - l-lemme get— uh—” the waiter looked around frantically. The - waitress who had brought their drinks rushed over with some - clean dry towels, a few of which she handed to the other - waiter, and they both proceeded to wipe and dab at Blavin’s - damp clothes amid the hapless waiter’s babbled apologies. - Under the cover of the towels, the waitress patted down the - hobbit’s vest and replaced the sheaf of papers she had - covertly lifted from one of the vest pockets earlier with a - beguiling smile and wink. Once the beer on the floor had been - cleaned up (the despondent young waiter had offered to pay for - Blavin’s next two rounds of drinks) and the waiters had moved - on to serve other customers, Inky spoke.
-“You don’t mind that we prefer to deliver it to the - Benefactor personally, of course,” Inky piped cheerily, - referring to the crystal. “The late wizard thought it was - prudent to cover our bases since you’re a new, untested case - manager after all. Besides, a little delayed gratification - never hurt anybody, did it?” Inky smiled and raised their - drink. “Another toast in tribute to Master Corraidhín! May his - courage and buoyant spirit guide us on our next mission!”
-~
-When Inky stepped out of the tavern and was a few paces - away, someone clattered through the door and called out, “Hey! - You forgot your takeout!”
-Inky turned in the direction of the voice. It was the - waitress who had served their table earlier. She waved a brown - paper bag in one hand. Inky gave her an embarrassed smile and - said, “Thanks.” As the bag changed hands, the waitress mouthed - soundlessly, We’ll report any more. She went back - inside, and Inky strolled off into the cool night air with the - bag securely tucked away next to a tea pouch and a more - pressing question: what blend would go best with fried - tofurkey balls?
-~
-(Meanwhile)
-“The BANDit and his associates had gone to the tavern.” His - assistant looked up from the scrap of paper held under a - claw.
-Beaker heaved a sigh and rubbed the tips of one wing - against his forehead. Surely he had better things to do than - play Eye Spy over a bunch of crackpots, such as peer reviewing - the latest draft of a paper on the development of Cerylidian - hunting techniques for an upcoming issue of The - Ichnition. But Cio seemed to think something may come of - it and unfortunately, she was usually right about - troublemakers.
-“Tell them to continue tailing from a distance,” he replied - with a distracted wave, and his assistant left the room.
-Anyway, if he had the spare time, he could look at more - interesting things, like the data he had collected surrounding - the disappearance of the time anomaly that had popped up a few - weeks ago. It had happened gradually, and he still wasn’t - entirely sure what had caused this particular incident, but - the signals picked up by his instruments had later faded, just - like other ones before it. Still, it was comparatively larger - than previous ones, and seemed to have taken slightly longer - to dissipate, which meant more data points.
-He stole another glance at his Dat repositories before - sighing again, swivelling his chair and attention back to the - manuscript before him. Work first … then more work.
+This seems a bit strange. Certainly Blavin has been pulling + strings from behind the scenes the whole time, but why + coordinate a special escort for us when there are other + retrieval teams, and we’ve been less than amicable with the + bloke the entire time.. Alex thinks to himself.
+DM: I’d like to check for any signs of deceit in the + toques demeanor or communcations with us
+Confidence you said right? What would you do if I simply + chose not to accompany you? I mean, there’s a whole city + around us, perhaps I’d prefer a drink before climbing a + mountains worth of stairs. Or better yet, I could get back on + the boat and ride to the top and same myself the hassle.
~
+Bread once again looks confused. Confidence looks + surprised, caught off guard.
+ +Confidence sputters, “Well, yes, of course. You’ve been + traveling for some time now, haven’t you? I can assure you + that the food and drink at Runesocesius will be better than + anything you can get here! But the choice is entirely yours. + Feel free to avail yourself of the local offerings. We will + wait here at the steps for you.”
+Bread nods slowly, and seems to trailing behind the + conversation just a second or two.
+Their reactions seem genuine to you despite the + circumstances. They seem like a couple of low level employees + of a luxury hotel earnestly trying to follow the instructions + they’ve been given.
+There are a couple of stalls and vendors set up around the + gondola station. Many of them serve mulled wine and hot + chocolate. There is some edible fare. Hot sandwiches and + pitas. Nothing that an empanada from Enrique’s wouldn’t put to + shame. But they look hot and steamy, and of great comfort to + anybody who might be hungry and cold. There are a few fire + pits, next to which there are long benches with blankets, + where you might sit and warm up for a bit.
+The gondola lift ends here, and does not continue up to the + mountain any further. The cloud steps are the most common way + to get up to the peak, and to the Runesocesius. But you’re + pretty sure one or two of the stalls here offers balloon rides + up to the peak for thrill seekers and for those with + accessibility needs.
--The party dispersed after the discussion with Blavin. - Nobody had wanted to relinquish the crystal to him, personally - Alex felt that was prudent, though he still wasn’t sure what - the point of it all was. The foolish hobbit had blathered on - and on about their “mark” tactfully ignoring the real - questions. And then the bug, damn it, the bug that chittered - on about absolutely nothing for hours. It didn’t take Alex too - long to figure out why, but he clung to the transmission until - it died out hoping he’d be mistaken.
-So there he sat, in the attic of his once Uncle, staring - bleakly into a cup of dark black coffee. The desk strewn with - hastily scratched notes pulled from the bugs feeds. At least - the one that had tracked that nosey group had proved somewhat - helpful. Turns out this little group has less friends than a - drunk who’s run up their tab.
-Still, there’s no point to share any of this information. - It’s too loose, not definitive enough to action with the - group.
-Alex begins to pen a message to an fellow operative, in - hopes that HQ will pick it up and assign someone to the - task.
--<- OP 2817 * LOC MB-A --> OP 25120 * LOC ESPER - -CLEARANCE: SECRET -PACKET ENCLOSED. YOUR EYES ONLY. - -REQUESTING DETAIL ON BLAVIN -EMPLOY OF "THE BENEFACTOR" -PERCEPTIVE, AWARE OF BUGS. -DO NOT CONTACT, DO NOT DISRUPT -EXTREME CAUTION IMPERATIVE.
Once penned Alex encrypts it with GPG and sends it along. - These channels have worked well for him in the past. If Blavin - wants to play games, then games we shall have.
-“I hate to do this” Alex mumbles to himself. “Normally I’d - trail him myself, but I don’t think I have much say in the - matter.” As it stands the group is dead set on gathering more - of these cyrstals, regardless of what the danger may be, and - if Alex wants to find his Uncle, they’re his best bet in doing - so. Blavin doesn’t even matter outside of that. But if he can - help the group reach their end faster, or force the - information out of Blavin, perhaps it can come sooner..
-Alex lets out another sigh and glances wistfully around the - gloomy attic room. It looked just like he remembered his - Uncle’s office looking like at the College of Sysorcerery when - he had taught there. He always was so particular. Pushing his - chair away and grabbing his coffee he wanders to the bookshelf - where a large steamer chest sits beside it. The bookshelf is - covered in manuscripts, “Practical Common Lisp”, “The C - Programming Language Vol 2”, “RHEL 5 Systems Administration”, - each one arcane and well worn. And the amount of volumes, - sometimes it’s a wonder Corraidhin had time to do anything - other than read.
-“Maybe if I had been a little more studious I’d know how to - help you..” as he pulls “A Guide to Backups and All Things - Necessary” off of the shelf a knife falls out of the book, and - clatters onto the floor glaring malevolently up at Alex.
+“I think you already know I’m interested in neither bread + nor cheese, the second of which I certainly did not ask for + yet you tried to offer in your hasty pretence.” Inky smiles + thinly at the toques.
+Taking out a small bag of gold coins and weighing it slowly + on one hand to the sound of coins clinking inside the pouch, + Inky continues, “Speak, answer our questions frankly and you + will be rewarded. The hotelier up there need not know. Breathe + a word of our little chat to another soul, however …” Inky’s + gaze cut briefly to four snow ravens perched atop a spiral + lamp post and back, “and you will learn the meaning of + disappearing without a trace.”
Your gondola lift finally rises above the thick layer of - clouds. The sudden flash of clear blue sky is a revelation - after ascending for nearly 60 minutes through clouds so thick - you couldn’t see through the foggy windows more than three - feet. Above you towers rocky, imposing Kelsun Peak. You can - just see a tiny portion of the hotel roof through a cleft in - the rocks. Below you, a frozen turbulent ocean of clouds - dotted with twisting leaning spires and spiraling branching - towers, all made out of solid cloudstuff. Handiwork of the - whimsical and industrious zephynos.
-You spot two or three of them now, leaping and diving - playfully through the clouds like dolphins, spinning the - clouds like yarn, and packing them into solid constructs. - Their current project resembles a garden of outlandish, - distorted tubas, french horns, and trombones.
-The small cloud dragons are about 6 - 8 feet long including - their thick tails. They have wide faces with round lidless - eyes, and always seem to be smiling. Their heads are topped - with multiple pairs of filamented stalks. They have six short, - stubby arms with long thin fingers that they use to knead and - pull clouds into solid shapes.
-They build ceaselessly and mostly for the sake of building: - they have no apparent need for the structures themselves, - living as they do floating among the clouds. On occasion they - have been entreated to build on behalf of others. And the rare - floating palace or city can still be found drifting around - Basmentaria as a result. The great city of Vay’Neddas—tethered - to the ground by great chains to Primora in the north and - Agendell in the south—is one of their greatest enduring - works.
-You approach the gondola station at the base of Kelsun - Peak, and exit your cable car as it slowly rounds the - bullwheel. There are two toques—presumably meant to be - operating the lifts—standing off to the side, ignoring their - responsibilities, complaining loudly to nobody and everybody - about being forced to work long hours and being unfairly - compensated. The tips of their soft, conical heads slump - forward, calling to mind revolutionaries, or smurfs.
-It is wicked cold as you step out onto the platform and the - wind nips and bites at you relentlessly.
-At the edge of the platform, foggy white steps made of firm - cloudstuff climb up around the side of the mountain peak to - the Palace Runesocesius. Once the conspicuously extravagant - residence of one of Basmentaria’s most powerful politicians, - it has since—after its owner fell from public favor and was - routed out—been gutted and transformed into a luxury hotel of - equally conspicuous extravagance. It continues to be one of - the highest inhabitable places on Basmentaria.
-Two small toques at the base of the steps rush forward to - meet you—the floppy tips of their coneheads waggling side to - side in their exuberance—and introduce themselves as - Confidence and Bread, your guides. They have been instructed - to guide you up to Runesocesius where you will take posession - of the Ginnarak Crystal.
+Bread looks confused. You are starting to believe it is + their default expression. “So, you don’t want no + chee—”
+“Our only desire is to help!” Confidence hastily + interrupts. He smiles pleasingly. “We are your guides! Not + just physically up the steps, but in all things here on Kelsun + Peak. You have but to ask, and if it is within our power to + give it, it will be yours! We are but humble ser—”
+And just then Confidence is also suddenly interrupted. A + thundering boom like a canon sounds from somewhere nearby, + followed quickly by an explosion somewhere up above. Snow + ravens fly off in all directions in a panic. The sound ripples + through the mountaintop, rattling the ground on which you + stand. A bunch of small rocks and two large boulders shake + loose from the mountainside. Shoppers and travelers shout and + duck for cover as they are pelted by the scree. One of the + large boulder bounces clear over the station and plummets down + the side of the mountain before disappearing into the cloud + ocean below. The second one falls straight toward the + platform. A vendor selling wreaths and candles dives out of + the way as his stall is crushed by the boulder. A bench is + toppled over, spilling its blankets into the fire pit, and + catches fire, quickly spreading to another nearby stall.
+Bread looks up at the sky, confused. You see a thin line of + black smoke starting to rise up into the sky from over the + ridge where the Runesocesius lies. Confidence shouts, and you + see him pointing at the sea, where a balloonship is rising up + out of the cloud bank, sailing quickly toward you and the + summit of Kelsun Peak.
+It resembles a seafaring ship, but instead of masts and + sails, it has two large, colorful, patchwork balloons that + provide it lift. A large fan on a pivot at the rear of the + ship provides thrust. As you watch, it fires a second + canon—that is what the sound was!—nearly straight up, + arcing up and over the peak at Palace Runesocesius.
+The crew of the ship bustle around on the deck of the ship, + reloading the canons, firing the balloons, shouting, giving + and following orders.
+“Cyberplasms,” groans Confidence, and Bread whimpers. Alex, + that quiet, dull, static roar that has been constantly + tickling the back of your head ever since you found that + dagger seems to rise in pitch and in tone. It conveys a sense + of urgency, of warning. You can almost hear a + desperate voice behind the static fuzz cautioning you, + “Evil…”
+The only corporeal element of the crew are their cybernetic + enhancements. A mechanical leg. A synthetic eye. A claw, a + hook, a hand. An arm canon. Almost all of them have more than + one, some as many as 3 or 5. The cybernetic pieces of each + individual crew member are held together by plasmic energy + arcs, crackling blue and green. And surrounding the bioware + and the plasmic arcs of each crew member, like a blanket or a + cocoon, is the translucent, wavering, ghostly form of some + humanoid long-dead.
+The figure standing on the deck surveying the work of the + rest of the crew—presumably the captain—has a synthetic eye + rotating freely, 360 degrees in all directions, inside its + skull-like head; a bulky arm canon; and a thin robotic leg + terminating in a thick boot. Plasmic blasts arc through its + core, sometimes disrupting and glitching its ghostly body.
+The captain raises its arm canon and shouts to the crew. + Its voice carried on the breeze sounds like something + otherworldly rising slowly from the murky deep. “Fire the + canon, boys! And fire up the balloons! Drop the ballast! That + crystal is ours!”
+It happens very quickly: the ship ascends to the summit and + soon is firing grappling hooks at it to pull themselves in and + breach the walls of the hotel.
+Bread looks at you, wide-eyed and trembling. They let loose + a pitiful wail and turn and start running up the steps. + “Bread!” Confidence yells after them. They cast a backward + glance at you. “I’ve got to help Bread! We’ve got to save the + hotel!” And they give chase to their fellow toque, bounding up + the cloudstuff steps.
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+++Alex snatches up his new hemo friend cheering huzzah as he does. +We’ve got a pirate ship little guy!
+Rushing about the deck Alex quickly takes stock of what’s left, +plenty of ammo, general supplies, fuel, perfectly provisioned for a +quick crystal kidnapping. Smart move pirates, but not smart enough.
+Alex heads to the helm and steadies the ship guiding it out and away +from the library, can’t have any of the remaining cyberplasms easily +reboarding it now can we? Once the ship is out of range Alex checks his +S.T.A.G drone’s twtxt feed for updates.
++@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Cyberplasm approaching crystal +@<drone/fhsoa7483/gps> approx library, top level +@<drone/fhsoa7483/audio> Cyberplasm threatens violence +@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Inky, bread, confidence enter subvertly +@<drone/fhsoa7483/video> Visual feed impaired due to unknown smog +@<drone/fhsoa7483/audio> Angry tones, uncertain who
Not particularly helpful, and it rules out my first thought. I could +blindly fire the broadside canons into the library hoping to hit the +cyberplasm, but I’d be just as likely to hit Inky, Bread, Confidence or +any other innocent bystander. I’ve got to get a message to her.
+Alex quickly dispatches a command to the S.T.A.G
++@<drone/fhsoa7483/cmd> Seek Inky +@<drone/fhsoa7483/relay> Secured ship, inform A.I of intentions, will coordinate rescue via the stolen ship
If all we’ve got is this, then we’d best be ready for a quick rescue. +Alex busies himself preparing a new zipline and mooring lines. He then +loads the boradside canons and the top deck swivel canons. It’ll need to +be quick, but if I’m ready I can swing the ship in close, deploy a +zipline for Inky to zip down to the ship with, and defend the retreat +with the swivels. If everyone retreats to the ship we can take a note +from the pirates playbook and blast them to hell with the broadsides +while we make our retreat. Or simply run I suppose, but I dislike the +idea of leaving innocent people to deal with angry pirates
+
The hemogoblin cheers you on as you take possession of the airship, +accidentally squirting a few jets of rust colored blood in its +excitement. Must still be quite young. They don’t gain full control of +their blood sacs until well into adulthood.
+You check your S.T.A.G. drone’s twtxt feeds. This A.I. seems +especially reliable, you note with satisfaction. Its updates are regular +and detailed. Even when there’s not much to report.
+You load up the canons and take control of the helm. The hemogoblin +stands at attention at the broadside canons with a cracklesparkler, +ready to light the fuse at your command. You steer the ship a short +distance away from the hotel, hopefully out of reach of the cyberplasms. +But within range of your own canons and ziplines.
+++While Inky has the attention of both guides, they close the door +again until it is slightly ajar, and make a series of hand gestures. +First pointing at themselves, at their own forearm and fist held stiffly +to mimic the shape of the captain’s arm cannon, to indicate that Inky +will handle the Cyberplasm. Then Inky points the two fingers of a hand +at Bread and Confidence, turns the two fingers downward and swings them +back and forth in opposite directions to convey walking. This was +followed by a single finger pointing in the general direction they had +last seen the hotelier; then the finger hooks inward, the arm repeating +a yanking motion once or twice before ending the gesture with a thumb +tossed over their shoulder towards the hallway away from the staff +entrance, to ask them to get their boss out of the library to a safe +spot.
+Without waiting for confirmation from the toques, Inky opens the +door, abruptly stops, turns and shoves a compostable bag of +mango-flavoured croutons at Bread, gives them a thumbs up in return and +a mildly disturbing, eye-crinkling smile behind their kerchief, before +slipping inside the smoky room. One hand is already pulling out a thin, +extendable metal walking pole with a carrying strap visually resembling +the type used by hikers from their courier bag to check for obstacles +amid the lowered visibility.
+
Confidence watches all of your hand gestures closely, and then nods +resolutely. They draw their large hoe, and turn and start to crouch run +toward the main entrance to to the main hall of the library.
+Bread looks confused, but ready to follow Confidence. They grab their +heavy meat tenderizer and crouch down in imitation of their fellow +toque. Before they can run off, you shove a bag of croutons into their +arms. “Small. Toasted. Bread,” they intonate slowly in wonder. The +confusion falls from their face as they break into a wide grin. “Now +I’ll never disappear without a trace,” they laugh. They thank you and +run like a duck after Confidence.
+++Inside, Inky lobs the empty glass vial that had held the unpleasantly +pungent organic catalyst at a spot the floor several paces roughly from +where the Cyberplasm — presumably the leader of the group — had been +standing earlier, in the opposite direction of the staff entrance in an +attempt to attention from the hotelier’s last location. As they edge +along the wall towards the tower stairs, walking pole looped over one +hand, Inky grabs a few small hardcover novellas from a wall shelf. +Straightening from their crouch, Inky tosses them one at a time +horizontally in quick succession like a discus, but without the +full-body turning motion, across the hall towards the sounds of +frustrated groans and angry muttering. The first starting higher around +where a human head might have once been, one at waist height and another +at the juncture below where ectoplasmic knees might meet prosthetic +legs.
+
You pick up three hardback novellas. If it wasn’t so smoky, and if +you weren’t so much in the middle of a potentially life and death +struggle with the Cyberplasm captain of a pirate airship, you might +notice their titles: Stop and Smell the Crystals, Living +the Corn, and A Big Moon.
+ +Anyway, you start flinging.
+ +After you toss the catalyst, you can see a plasmic form heavily +blurred and obscured by the smoke turn in that direction. You fling +Stop and Smell the Crystals at it, and it spins like a discus +and smashes into the pirate right in the face, above the chin. It howls +and brings its hand to its face, and turns and charges up its arm +cannon.
+ +Mostly going on sound now, you fling Living the Corn at the +pirate’s moan and at the electric whine of the canon charging. You hear +the canon discharge but the half-blind pirate fires wide. You see the +flash of the energy blast hitting something, someone, else obscured by +smoke in the middle distance between the two of you. A man screams out +in pain. Right after the muffled thump of his body hitting the ground, +you hear the clinking and ringing of something heavy and metallic +striking and rolling across the floor.
+Living on Corn strikes the pirate in the elbow, and with a +fizzle and a spark, the arm cannon sputters offline.
+ +The pirate stumbles forward, half-lame and half-blind. It stoops and +scoops up a heavy melon-sized object. It stomps its cybernetic boot, and +small rockets spring out from small compartments on either side of its +ankle. They start to fire up and the pirate is about to make its escape +when A Big Moon hits it right above knee and severs the ghost’s +final connection to its final enhancement.
+It groans as it starts to dissipate, dropping the heavy object once +more.
+“My crew, it is too late for me! I shall never have a new body now! +But it’s not too late for you! You must bring the quintessence to +Mother!”
+And then the pirate’s essence is diluted in the smoke filling the +library.
+++At that moment Inky hears a very low whirring accompanied by clicking +sounds behind them and without glancing backwards, swings the walking +pole at the source of the buzzing. The stick collides with something, +sending it careening backwards with a light clatter through what is +likely a row of bookshelves around the area already partially emptied of +their contents. From the static noise that ensues, Inky realises +whatever it was may or may not have been one of the wizard’s bugs +hovering in the shadows earlier or a disembodied, ectoplasm-spewing +prosthetic limb after all. Inky calls out sheepishly, “Sorry, Young +Master Alex! Was that yours? Oops? Haha?” before smashing two more empty +glass bottles as a distraction for any remaining Cyberplasms lurking on +the same floor, and sprints up the tower stairs, using the banisters as +a guide.
+
The Amber Imp is feverishly reporting all the goings on from inside +the S.T.A.G. drone when Inky strikes its conveyance with their walking +pole. The bug is destroyed on contact. The imp barely manages to fire +off one final End Of Transmission post before ejecting from the craft, +which sinks below like an exploded firework. It drifts on the currents +of smoke and flows out through the hole in the wall into the open air +outside. The imp falls through open space and starts to think back on +its life. So much time and energy spent chasing its hopes and dreams, +its goals and aspirations. So much of its life wasted in pursuit. Always +reaching, never grasping. Is that all it gets? Is this the end? Did it +ever really even get a chance to really live?
+These thoughts race through its head as it falls, but are cut short +when it abruptly lands on a hard bed of cloudstuff. It tumbles and rolls +and comes to a stop. And when it looks up, amazed to be alive and vowing +to make the most of this second chance at life, it looks up into the +benevolent smiling face of a pink zephynos.
+~
+Inky, you cross the floor to where the pirate had its last stand. You +find what appears to be approximately one-fifth of the hotelier, and +wonder idly where the rest of him might be. And you notice a conspicuous +lack of Ginnarak Crystal.
+You do however notice a soft crunch underfoot. And when you bend down +to inspect it—disorganized cyberplasms running amok in the smoke behind +you—you discover a trail of mango flavored croutons leading across the +hall to the tower stairs.
+You sprint up the stairs using the banisters as a guide. The +breadcrumb trail ends on the seventh level, where Confidence sits +slumped against the wall between two bookshelves. They have one arm +around four-fifths of the hotelier, his shocked gaze telling you +everything you need to know, that he is entirely dead but just doesn’t +know it yet. Their other arm is around Bread, who has suffered a massive +wound to the chest and is only slightly more alive than the hotelier. On +the ground between Confidence’s legs is the Ginnarak Crystal. Several +loose pages are stuck to its sides, held in place by drying blood and +ectoplasm.
+Confidence looks at you and smiles wearily. “We left a trail for you. +It was Bread’s idea. They were a good guide.”
+WHAT DO YOU DO
+Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria