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title: 00056
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created: Mon, 16 Jan 2023 14:10:25 -0700
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updated: Mon, 16 Jan 2023 14:10:25 -0700
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public: yes
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### 00056 {#00056}
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> The agitation Alex feels bubbles just beneath the surface. Patterns
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> where patterns shouldn't be, strange orders from HQ, indifference
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> where once was ample aide as well. It was maddening. Combine it all
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> with the haunting suspicion that there was constantly someone just
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> around the next corner, and it was enough to truly drive Alex mad.
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>
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> That uneasiness takes its toll on a long enough time line, but Alex
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> wasn't about to let it get to him. Or so he thought to himself as
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> he cast a furtive look at his monitoring equipment. This paranoia
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> had served him well in the past, very well in fact. It's a sort of
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> sixth sense in a way, always kept Alex off the edge of the cliff,
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> especially when someone stepped close enough to push him off. Those
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> were the types of skills HQ sought after in the first place.
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>
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> Alex closes the iron door on his bunker, leaving his monitoring
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> equipment running, dead man's trigger set to blow the place shoul
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> anyone enter it. Can't be too careful these days..
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>
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> Emerging from the sewer grate, sticking to the shadows, Alex makes
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> his way down an alley, then another, and yet another, finally
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> emerging a few blocks from the Milk Market. Across the street, as
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> he had expected, was Marvelo's Marvelous MurderSticks, a quaint
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> place should one needed something, well you get the picture, they
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> don't really sell anything but weaponry here.
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>
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> Alex ducked into the entrance of the shop and strode towards the
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> back rack, where a collection of knives was on display. A rough
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> looking fellow, ruddy red beard, thinning hair, moved from the
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> counter as he saw Alex approach. "Fine sampling of knives we have,
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> could I interest you in one?" Marvelo says. Alex reaches for a thin
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> stilleto style dagger, and hands it to Marvelo "This one seems
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> about right, but I'd like an extra sharp edge put on it, if you
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> don't mind". Marvelo takes the stilleto from Alex say "Not a
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> problem at all sir", and he heads into the back.
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>
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> He sets to work honing the edge, and once complete he places it on
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> his work bench. Grabbing a velvet lined case from a stack, he
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> deftly removes the bottom and places a rolled piece of paper into
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> the bottom, alongside an m1911 style pistol, and a couple of clips
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> of ammo. He then places the velvet bottom back over the equipment,
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> and places the stilleto on top, bringing the entire package back to
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> the front. "An extra fine edge on this one sir, that'll be 15 gold,
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> plus another 5 to cover the service.
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>
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> Alex pays, and nips out the shop and heads back to the back alley.
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> Paranoia begets what it requets, Alex mutters to himself as he
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> disassembles the box holstering the pistol and ammo, and sheathing
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> the dagger. Can't keep going unarmed like I'm some kind of beat
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> cop, not anymore.. Alex discards the case and unfurls the message,
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> quickly deciphering the encryption set on it by Marvelo.
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>
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> ```
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> The hunt is still on, no word on Blavin nor the Iris group, yet.
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> Agent 7 heard rumor of a couple of persons inquiring about the "Milk Market" these past few days.
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> Agent 3 heard similar rumors, was able to bribe a melon vendor to acertain the figure wore a red sash, and was looking for friends.
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> Agent 6 has kept watch on the Market, nothing strange yet, coming and goings as usual, no strange visitors
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> Agent 4 monitoring feeds still present glitches, something abnormal
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> Agent 5 found the melon vendor dead in a back alley, strangled to death, not immediate signs of blunt force trauma, caution advised
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> ```
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>
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> Alex burned the note, striding rapidly away from the alley, taking
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> a meandering route away from the Milk Market, looping back around,
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> and heading back towards it by yet another. Nobody appeared to be
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> following him, yet he paused at each corner and turn, waiting for
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> the footsteps of a pursuant.
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>
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> Noting nothing, he made his way through the back entrance of
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> Enrique's Empanadas greeting the cook quietly, but jovial.
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> "Enrique, where's Inky? We've got a problem."
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~
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> Inky skims the page. They thank the witch, pay for the items and
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> exit the shop, promptly discarding all notions of meeting Bother at
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> the place stipulated on the note.
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>
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> *(Half and one hour later)*
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>
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> One-sixths into a caramel cantaloupe cream cornet, Inky runs into
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> Confidence outside the Wandering Bazaar and obtains some of their
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> new pamphlets, minted with luminescent ink for the convenience of
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> late-night tourists. These are subsequently hare-mailed to every
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> editor at the *Niuewstijl* office, which is almost certain to earn
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> another chiding remark from Tess about etiquette and the handling
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> of unsolicited bulk mail to parent editorial teams.
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>
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> *(Half and two hours later)*
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>
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> The installation on display at the Milk Market was grotesque — that
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> is to say, a work of beauty. Inky steps carefully through the rooms
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> to not disturb the piece. Afterwards, they sign the guestbook set
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> up on an upturned milk crate by the door, delightedly pasting rows
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> of horse head and thumbs-up emo Gs on a page thoughtfully titled
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> "you can't ed the unedible".
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>
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> *(Half and three hours earlier)*
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>
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> Thanking Agate for her time, Inky passes her a sheet of paper on
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> which were written a few questions about the prescribed ritual,
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> with some space after each question should the witch prefer to
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> scribble a response:
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>
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> - What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk typically
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> seek in return for directing travellers to the correct pocket
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> dimension?
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>
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> - An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the evenings
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> whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel to a pocket
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> dimension typically take, allowing for time to seek out a guide? Is
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> there a way travellers can estimate the time to set out on their
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> journey, in order to arrive at the establishment while it is open?
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>
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> - Who are the Red Spider and "Dude 215R" mentioned in the ritual?
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> How can travellers avoid summoning them?
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>
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> - Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the sigils were
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> removed during the ritual before they wake up?
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>
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> *(Half and four hours later)*
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>
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> Two sets of eyes peer down at the contents of an open tin. One
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> accompanied by a focused look and a little trepidation, following
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> the pinkish, flesh-like chunks speckled with white pockets of fat
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> as they tumble into a hot pan and almost immediately begin to move
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> of their own accord. The moving mounds resemble small round mouths
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> opening, each with a rim of sharp teeth. The other pair of eyes
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> belongs to a grinning face that beams when the mounds bloom into
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> bright red flat caps, the edges beneath about to soften in the
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> olive oil.
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>
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> Minutes after, The slices are ready. Inky accepts the plate of
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> tostada with spicy pickled artichoke mushrooms and tomatoes with a
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> murmur of thanks. Reassembling the recipe for the tinned spicy
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> artichoke mushrooms had been a tedious process — someone had ripped
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> out the pages from an old pickling book that had long ceased
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> publication. Eventually Inky found a former nomad who had eaten
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> them for two years in their youth and could recall or somewhat
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> describe the taste. Flowery and savoury, they said. Many taste
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> tests later, it turned out to be closer to partially decomposed
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> cheese in ponderosa lemon juice. Canning was fortuitously easier
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> with the increasing portability of sealers. Rather than telling the
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> empanada chef any of this, Inky watches satisfaction slowly spread
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> across his face. The tale that follows is far more entertaining.
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>
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> *(Half and five hours later)*
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>
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> While measuring out ingredients for the forty-second tea infusion
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> since the start of the missions, not that Inky was keeping a close
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> count, they hear a familiar voice a short distance outside the door
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> asking for their whereabouts. Without pausing in their whisking,
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> Inky simply informs the owner of the voice they're not here,
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> obviously, before emerging from the storage pantry with a fresh pot
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> and bowls on a wooden tray, and greets the returning sysorcerer.
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Agate writes back quickly:
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> What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk typically
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> seek in return for directing travellers to the correct pocket
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> dimension?
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Intangibles. Usually memories, hopes, or dreams.
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> An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the evenings
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> whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel to a pocket
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> dimension typically take, allowing for time to seek out a guide? Is
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> there a way travellers can estimate the time to set out on their
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> journey, in order to arrive at the establishment while it is open?
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You'll find that time is rather malleable on the Otherside. You'll
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likely arrive exactly when you're meant to. No need to worry too
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much about it.
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> Who are the Red Spider and "Dude 215R" mentioned in the ritual?
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> How can travellers avoid summoning them?
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Godforms manifested by the Linking Sigil and the Dream Sigil,
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respectively. It's not *terrible* if they show up. But it's
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definitely not ideal. You shouldn't register on their radar as long
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as you don't pump too much energy into, or siphon to much energy
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out of, the sigils. If they do show up, just know that you're in the
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presence of a godlike power, and behave accordingly.
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> Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the sigils were
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> removed during the ritual before they wake up?
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If the sigils are removed or if the circle is broken, you'll likely
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just wake up before you wanted to. Same goes for if your dreamform
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is destroyed while in the Dreaming. The only real danger you may
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encounter is the Scissormen and their ilk. They will attempt to
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permanently sever your dreamform from your waking body. Which would
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leave your body a soulless husk, and leave your consciousness
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adrift in the Sea of Dreams. But that probably won't happen! Okay good
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luck, have fun!
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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177
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#00054" id="toc-00054">00054</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00055" id="toc-00055">00055</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 60917 words / 260 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 62585 words / 267 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
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just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 192 messages posted over 185 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</p>
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<p>There have been 196 messages posted over 187 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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articles in the paper. As though the secret world is trying to cross
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over. Or to draw you into it.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h3 id="00056">00056</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>The agitation Alex feels bubbles just beneath the surface. Patterns
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where patterns shouldn’t be, strange orders from HQ, indifference where
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once was ample aide as well. It was maddening. Combine it all with the
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haunting suspicion that there was constantly someone just around the
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next corner, and it was enough to truly drive Alex mad.</p>
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<p>That uneasiness takes its toll on a long enough time line, but Alex
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wasn’t about to let it get to him. Or so he thought to himself as he
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cast a furtive look at his monitoring equipment. This paranoia had
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served him well in the past, very well in fact. It’s a sort of sixth
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sense in a way, always kept Alex off the edge of the cliff, especially
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when someone stepped close enough to push him off. Those were the types
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of skills HQ sought after in the first place.</p>
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<p>Alex closes the iron door on his bunker, leaving his monitoring
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equipment running, dead man’s trigger set to blow the place shoul anyone
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enter it. Can’t be too careful these days..</p>
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<p>Emerging from the sewer grate, sticking to the shadows, Alex makes
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his way down an alley, then another, and yet another, finally emerging a
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few blocks from the Milk Market. Across the street, as he had expected,
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was Marvelo’s Marvelous MurderSticks, a quaint place should one needed
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something, well you get the picture, they don’t really sell anything but
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weaponry here.</p>
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<p>Alex ducked into the entrance of the shop and strode towards the back
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rack, where a collection of knives was on display. A rough looking
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fellow, ruddy red beard, thinning hair, moved from the counter as he saw
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Alex approach. “Fine sampling of knives we have, could I interest you in
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one?” Marvelo says. Alex reaches for a thin stilleto style dagger, and
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hands it to Marvelo “This one seems about right, but I’d like an extra
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sharp edge put on it, if you don’t mind”. Marvelo takes the stilleto
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from Alex say “Not a problem at all sir”, and he heads into the
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back.</p>
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<p>He sets to work honing the edge, and once complete he places it on
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his work bench. Grabbing a velvet lined case from a stack, he deftly
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removes the bottom and places a rolled piece of paper into the bottom,
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alongside an m1911 style pistol, and a couple of clips of ammo. He then
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places the velvet bottom back over the equipment, and places the
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stilleto on top, bringing the entire package back to the front. “An
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extra fine edge on this one sir, that’ll be 15 gold, plus another 5 to
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cover the service.</p>
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<p>Alex pays, and nips out the shop and heads back to the back alley.
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Paranoia begets what it requets, Alex mutters to himself as he
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disassembles the box holstering the pistol and ammo, and sheathing the
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dagger. Can’t keep going unarmed like I’m some kind of beat cop, not
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anymore.. Alex discards the case and unfurls the message, quickly
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deciphering the encryption set on it by Marvelo.</p>
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<pre><code>The hunt is still on, no word on Blavin nor the Iris group, yet.
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Agent 7 heard rumor of a couple of persons inquiring about the "Milk Market" these past few days.
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Agent 3 heard similar rumors, was able to bribe a melon vendor to acertain the figure wore a red sash, and was looking for friends.
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Agent 6 has kept watch on the Market, nothing strange yet, coming and goings as usual, no strange visitors
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Agent 4 monitoring feeds still present glitches, something abnormal
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Agent 5 found the melon vendor dead in a back alley, strangled to death, not immediate signs of blunt force trauma, caution advised</code></pre>
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<p>Alex burned the note, striding rapidly away from the alley, taking a
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meandering route away from the Milk Market, looping back around, and
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heading back towards it by yet another. Nobody appeared to be following
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him, yet he paused at each corner and turn, waiting for the footsteps of
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a pursuant.</p>
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<p>Noting nothing, he made his way through the back entrance of
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Enrique’s Empanadas greeting the cook quietly, but jovial. “Enrique,
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where’s Inky? We’ve got a problem.”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky skims the page. They thank the witch, pay for the items and exit
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the shop, promptly discarding all notions of meeting Bother at the place
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stipulated on the note.</p>
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<p><em>(Half and one hour later)</em></p>
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<p>One-sixths into a caramel cantaloupe cream cornet, Inky runs into
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Confidence outside the Wandering Bazaar and obtains some of their new
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pamphlets, minted with luminescent ink for the convenience of late-night
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tourists. These are subsequently hare-mailed to every editor at the
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<em>Niuewstijl</em> office, which is almost certain to earn another
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chiding remark from Tess about etiquette and the handling of unsolicited
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bulk mail to parent editorial teams.</p>
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<p><em>(Half and two hours later)</em></p>
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<p>The installation on display at the Milk Market was grotesque — that
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is to say, a work of beauty. Inky steps carefully through the rooms to
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not disturb the piece. Afterwards, they sign the guestbook set up on an
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upturned milk crate by the door, delightedly pasting rows of horse head
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and thumbs-up emo Gs on a page thoughtfully titled “you can’t ed the
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unedible”.</p>
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<p><em>(Half and three hours earlier)</em></p>
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<p>Thanking Agate for her time, Inky passes her a sheet of paper on
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which were written a few questions about the prescribed ritual, with
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some space after each question should the witch prefer to scribble a
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response:</p>
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<ul>
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<li><p>What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk typically
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seek in return for directing travellers to the correct pocket
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dimension?</p></li>
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<li><p>An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the evenings
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whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel to a pocket
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dimension typically take, allowing for time to seek out a guide? Is
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there a way travellers can estimate the time to set out on their
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journey, in order to arrive at the establishment while it is
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open?</p></li>
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<li><p>Who are the Red Spider and “Dude 215R” mentioned in the ritual?
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How can travellers avoid summoning them?</p></li>
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<li><p>Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the sigils were
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removed during the ritual before they wake up?</p></li>
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</ul>
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<p><em>(Half and four hours later)</em></p>
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<p>Two sets of eyes peer down at the contents of an open tin. One
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accompanied by a focused look and a little trepidation, following the
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pinkish, flesh-like chunks speckled with white pockets of fat as they
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tumble into a hot pan and almost immediately begin to move of their own
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accord. The moving mounds resemble small round mouths opening, each with
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a rim of sharp teeth. The other pair of eyes belongs to a grinning face
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that beams when the mounds bloom into bright red flat caps, the edges
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beneath about to soften in the olive oil.</p>
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<p>Minutes after, The slices are ready. Inky accepts the plate of
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tostada with spicy pickled artichoke mushrooms and tomatoes with a
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murmur of thanks. Reassembling the recipe for the tinned spicy artichoke
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mushrooms had been a tedious process — someone had ripped out the pages
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from an old pickling book that had long ceased publication. Eventually
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Inky found a former nomad who had eaten them for two years in their
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youth and could recall or somewhat describe the taste. Flowery and
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savoury, they said. Many taste tests later, it turned out to be closer
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to partially decomposed cheese in ponderosa lemon juice. Canning was
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fortuitously easier with the increasing portability of sealers. Rather
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than telling the empanada chef any of this, Inky watches satisfaction
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slowly spread across his face. The tale that follows is far more
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entertaining.</p>
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<p><em>(Half and five hours later)</em></p>
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<p>While measuring out ingredients for the forty-second tea infusion
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since the start of the missions, not that Inky was keeping a close
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count, they hear a familiar voice a short distance outside the door
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asking for their whereabouts. Without pausing in their whisking, Inky
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simply informs the owner of the voice they’re not here, obviously,
|
||||
before emerging from the storage pantry with a fresh pot and bowls on a
|
||||
wooden tray, and greets the returning sysorcerer.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Agate writes back quickly:</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk typically seek
|
||||
in return for directing travellers to the correct pocket dimension?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Intangibles. Usually memories, hopes, or dreams.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the evenings
|
||||
whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel to a pocket
|
||||
dimension typically take, allowing for time to seek out a guide? Is
|
||||
there a way travellers can estimate the time to set out on their
|
||||
journey, in order to arrive at the establishment while it is open?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>You’ll find that time is rather malleable on the Otherside. You’ll
|
||||
likely arrive exactly when you’re meant to. No need to worry too much
|
||||
about it.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Who are the Red Spider and “Dude 215R” mentioned in the ritual? How
|
||||
can travellers avoid summoning them?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Godforms manifested by the Linking Sigil and the Dream Sigil,
|
||||
respectively. It’s not <em>terrible</em> if they show up. But it’s
|
||||
definitely not ideal. You shouldn’t register on their radar as long as
|
||||
you don’t pump too much energy into, or siphon to much energy out of,
|
||||
the sigils. If they do show up, just know that you’re in the presence of
|
||||
a godlike power, and behave accordingly.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the sigils were
|
||||
removed during the ritual before they wake up?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>If the sigils are removed or if the circle is broken, you’ll likely
|
||||
just wake up before you wanted to. Same goes for if your dreamform is
|
||||
destroyed while in the Dreaming. The only real danger you may encounter
|
||||
is the Scissormen and their ilk. They will attempt to permanently sever
|
||||
your dreamform from your waking body. Which would leave your body a
|
||||
soulless husk, and leave your consciousness adrift in the Sea of Dreams.
|
||||
But that probably won’t happen! Okay good luck, have fun!</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
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<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<dt>
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198
www/rss.xml
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www/rss.xml
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@ -5,6 +5,204 @@
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<title>BASEMENT QWEST</title>
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<link>https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</link>
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<description>Friends having ADVENTURES! Huzzah!</description>
|
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<item>
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<title>56</title>
|
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
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<guid isPermaLink="false">56 - Mon, 16 Jan 2023 14:10:25
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-0700</guid>
|
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jan 2023 14:10:25 -0700</pubDate>
|
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<description>
|
||||
<![CDATA[
|
||||
<h3 id="00056">00056</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>The agitation Alex feels bubbles just beneath the surface.
|
||||
Patterns where patterns shouldn’t be, strange orders from HQ,
|
||||
indifference where once was ample aide as well. It was
|
||||
maddening. Combine it all with the haunting suspicion that
|
||||
there was constantly someone just around the next corner, and
|
||||
it was enough to truly drive Alex mad.</p>
|
||||
<p>That uneasiness takes its toll on a long enough time line,
|
||||
but Alex wasn’t about to let it get to him. Or so he thought
|
||||
to himself as he cast a furtive look at his monitoring
|
||||
equipment. This paranoia had served him well in the past, very
|
||||
well in fact. It’s a sort of sixth sense in a way, always kept
|
||||
Alex off the edge of the cliff, especially when someone
|
||||
stepped close enough to push him off. Those were the types of
|
||||
skills HQ sought after in the first place.</p>
|
||||
<p>Alex closes the iron door on his bunker, leaving his
|
||||
monitoring equipment running, dead man’s trigger set to blow
|
||||
the place shoul anyone enter it. Can’t be too careful these
|
||||
days..</p>
|
||||
<p>Emerging from the sewer grate, sticking to the shadows,
|
||||
Alex makes his way down an alley, then another, and yet
|
||||
another, finally emerging a few blocks from the Milk Market.
|
||||
Across the street, as he had expected, was Marvelo’s Marvelous
|
||||
MurderSticks, a quaint place should one needed something, well
|
||||
you get the picture, they don’t really sell anything but
|
||||
weaponry here.</p>
|
||||
<p>Alex ducked into the entrance of the shop and strode
|
||||
towards the back rack, where a collection of knives was on
|
||||
display. A rough looking fellow, ruddy red beard, thinning
|
||||
hair, moved from the counter as he saw Alex approach. “Fine
|
||||
sampling of knives we have, could I interest you in one?”
|
||||
Marvelo says. Alex reaches for a thin stilleto style dagger,
|
||||
and hands it to Marvelo “This one seems about right, but I’d
|
||||
like an extra sharp edge put on it, if you don’t mind”.
|
||||
Marvelo takes the stilleto from Alex say “Not a problem at all
|
||||
sir”, and he heads into the back.</p>
|
||||
<p>He sets to work honing the edge, and once complete he
|
||||
places it on his work bench. Grabbing a velvet lined case from
|
||||
a stack, he deftly removes the bottom and places a rolled
|
||||
piece of paper into the bottom, alongside an m1911 style
|
||||
pistol, and a couple of clips of ammo. He then places the
|
||||
velvet bottom back over the equipment, and places the stilleto
|
||||
on top, bringing the entire package back to the front. “An
|
||||
extra fine edge on this one sir, that’ll be 15 gold, plus
|
||||
another 5 to cover the service.</p>
|
||||
<p>Alex pays, and nips out the shop and heads back to the back
|
||||
alley. Paranoia begets what it requets, Alex mutters to
|
||||
himself as he disassembles the box holstering the pistol and
|
||||
ammo, and sheathing the dagger. Can’t keep going unarmed like
|
||||
I’m some kind of beat cop, not anymore.. Alex discards the
|
||||
case and unfurls the message, quickly deciphering the
|
||||
encryption set on it by Marvelo.</p>
|
||||
<pre><code>The hunt is still on, no word on Blavin nor the Iris group, yet.
|
||||
Agent 7 heard rumor of a couple of persons inquiring about the "Milk Market" these past few days.
|
||||
Agent 3 heard similar rumors, was able to bribe a melon vendor to acertain the figure wore a red sash, and was looking for friends.
|
||||
Agent 6 has kept watch on the Market, nothing strange yet, coming and goings as usual, no strange visitors
|
||||
Agent 4 monitoring feeds still present glitches, something abnormal
|
||||
Agent 5 found the melon vendor dead in a back alley, strangled to death, not immediate signs of blunt force trauma, caution advised</code></pre>
|
||||
<p>Alex burned the note, striding rapidly away from the alley,
|
||||
taking a meandering route away from the Milk Market, looping
|
||||
back around, and heading back towards it by yet another.
|
||||
Nobody appeared to be following him, yet he paused at each
|
||||
corner and turn, waiting for the footsteps of a pursuant.</p>
|
||||
<p>Noting nothing, he made his way through the back entrance
|
||||
of Enrique’s Empanadas greeting the cook quietly, but jovial.
|
||||
“Enrique, where’s Inky? We’ve got a problem.”</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>~</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Inky skims the page. They thank the witch, pay for the
|
||||
items and exit the shop, promptly discarding all notions of
|
||||
meeting Bother at the place stipulated on the note.</p>
|
||||
<p><em>(Half and one hour later)</em></p>
|
||||
<p>One-sixths into a caramel cantaloupe cream cornet, Inky
|
||||
runs into Confidence outside the Wandering Bazaar and obtains
|
||||
some of their new pamphlets, minted with luminescent ink for
|
||||
the convenience of late-night tourists. These are subsequently
|
||||
hare-mailed to every editor at the <em>Niuewstijl</em> office,
|
||||
which is almost certain to earn another chiding remark from
|
||||
Tess about etiquette and the handling of unsolicited bulk mail
|
||||
to parent editorial teams.</p>
|
||||
<p><em>(Half and two hours later)</em></p>
|
||||
<p>The installation on display at the Milk Market was
|
||||
grotesque — that is to say, a work of beauty. Inky steps
|
||||
carefully through the rooms to not disturb the piece.
|
||||
Afterwards, they sign the guestbook set up on an upturned milk
|
||||
crate by the door, delightedly pasting rows of horse head and
|
||||
thumbs-up emo Gs on a page thoughtfully titled “you can’t ed
|
||||
the unedible”.</p>
|
||||
<p><em>(Half and three hours earlier)</em></p>
|
||||
<p>Thanking Agate for her time, Inky passes her a sheet of
|
||||
paper on which were written a few questions about the
|
||||
prescribed ritual, with some space after each question should
|
||||
the witch prefer to scribble a response:</p>
|
||||
<ul>
|
||||
<li><p>What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk
|
||||
typically seek in return for directing travellers to the
|
||||
correct pocket dimension?</p></li>
|
||||
<li><p>An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the
|
||||
evenings whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel
|
||||
to a pocket dimension typically take, allowing for time to
|
||||
seek out a guide? Is there a way travellers can estimate the
|
||||
time to set out on their journey, in order to arrive at the
|
||||
establishment while it is open?</p></li>
|
||||
<li><p>Who are the Red Spider and “Dude 215R” mentioned in the
|
||||
ritual? How can travellers avoid summoning them?</p></li>
|
||||
<li><p>Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the
|
||||
sigils were removed during the ritual before they wake
|
||||
up?</p></li>
|
||||
</ul>
|
||||
<p><em>(Half and four hours later)</em></p>
|
||||
<p>Two sets of eyes peer down at the contents of an open tin.
|
||||
One accompanied by a focused look and a little trepidation,
|
||||
following the pinkish, flesh-like chunks speckled with white
|
||||
pockets of fat as they tumble into a hot pan and almost
|
||||
immediately begin to move of their own accord. The moving
|
||||
mounds resemble small round mouths opening, each with a rim of
|
||||
sharp teeth. The other pair of eyes belongs to a grinning face
|
||||
that beams when the mounds bloom into bright red flat caps,
|
||||
the edges beneath about to soften in the olive oil.</p>
|
||||
<p>Minutes after, The slices are ready. Inky accepts the plate
|
||||
of tostada with spicy pickled artichoke mushrooms and tomatoes
|
||||
with a murmur of thanks. Reassembling the recipe for the
|
||||
tinned spicy artichoke mushrooms had been a tedious process —
|
||||
someone had ripped out the pages from an old pickling book
|
||||
that had long ceased publication. Eventually Inky found a
|
||||
former nomad who had eaten them for two years in their youth
|
||||
and could recall or somewhat describe the taste. Flowery and
|
||||
savoury, they said. Many taste tests later, it turned out to
|
||||
be closer to partially decomposed cheese in ponderosa lemon
|
||||
juice. Canning was fortuitously easier with the increasing
|
||||
portability of sealers. Rather than telling the empanada chef
|
||||
any of this, Inky watches satisfaction slowly spread across
|
||||
his face. The tale that follows is far more entertaining.</p>
|
||||
<p><em>(Half and five hours later)</em></p>
|
||||
<p>While measuring out ingredients for the forty-second tea
|
||||
infusion since the start of the missions, not that Inky was
|
||||
keeping a close count, they hear a familiar voice a short
|
||||
distance outside the door asking for their whereabouts.
|
||||
Without pausing in their whisking, Inky simply informs the
|
||||
owner of the voice they’re not here, obviously, before
|
||||
emerging from the storage pantry with a fresh pot and bowls on
|
||||
a wooden tray, and greets the returning sysorcerer.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Agate writes back quickly:</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk
|
||||
typically seek in return for directing travellers to the
|
||||
correct pocket dimension?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Intangibles. Usually memories, hopes, or dreams.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the
|
||||
evenings whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel
|
||||
to a pocket dimension typically take, allowing for time to
|
||||
seek out a guide? Is there a way travellers can estimate the
|
||||
time to set out on their journey, in order to arrive at the
|
||||
establishment while it is open?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>You’ll find that time is rather malleable on the Otherside.
|
||||
You’ll likely arrive exactly when you’re meant to. No need to
|
||||
worry too much about it.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Who are the Red Spider and “Dude 215R” mentioned in the
|
||||
ritual? How can travellers avoid summoning them?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Godforms manifested by the Linking Sigil and the Dream
|
||||
Sigil, respectively. It’s not <em>terrible</em> if they show
|
||||
up. But it’s definitely not ideal. You shouldn’t register on
|
||||
their radar as long as you don’t pump too much energy into, or
|
||||
siphon to much energy out of, the sigils. If they do show up,
|
||||
just know that you’re in the presence of a godlike power, and
|
||||
behave accordingly.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the
|
||||
sigils were removed during the ritual before they wake up?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>If the sigils are removed or if the circle is broken,
|
||||
you’ll likely just wake up before you wanted to. Same goes for
|
||||
if your dreamform is destroyed while in the Dreaming. The only
|
||||
real danger you may encounter is the Scissormen and their ilk.
|
||||
They will attempt to permanently sever your dreamform from
|
||||
your waking body. Which would leave your body a soulless husk,
|
||||
and leave your consciousness adrift in the Sea of Dreams. But
|
||||
that probably won’t happen! Okay good luck, have fun!</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
]]>
|
||||
</description>
|
||||
</item>
|
||||
<item>
|
||||
<title>54</title>
|
||||
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
@ -313,6 +313,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
|
|||
<ul>
|
||||
<li><a href="#00054" id="toc-00054">00054</a></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#00055" id="toc-00055">00055</a></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#00056" id="toc-00056">00056</a></li>
|
||||
</ul></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
|
||||
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
|
||||
|
|
@ -348,11 +349,11 @@ Runesocesius</a></li>
|
|||
</ul>
|
||||
</nav>
|
||||
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
|
||||
<p>Total length: 60917 words / 260 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
||||
<p>Total length: 62585 words / 267 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
||||
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
|
||||
just the story.)</p>
|
||||
<p>There have been 192 messages posted over 185 days since the first
|
||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</p>
|
||||
<p>There have been 196 messages posted over 187 days since the first
|
||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
|
||||
<h2 id="about">About</h2>
|
||||
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
|
||||
email.</p>
|
||||
|
|
@ -6363,6 +6364,176 @@ red spider spinning a red web. Phrases like “215R” show up in random
|
|||
articles in the paper. As though the secret world is trying to cross
|
||||
over. Or to draw you into it.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<h3 id="00056">00056</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>The agitation Alex feels bubbles just beneath the surface. Patterns
|
||||
where patterns shouldn’t be, strange orders from HQ, indifference where
|
||||
once was ample aide as well. It was maddening. Combine it all with the
|
||||
haunting suspicion that there was constantly someone just around the
|
||||
next corner, and it was enough to truly drive Alex mad.</p>
|
||||
<p>That uneasiness takes its toll on a long enough time line, but Alex
|
||||
wasn’t about to let it get to him. Or so he thought to himself as he
|
||||
cast a furtive look at his monitoring equipment. This paranoia had
|
||||
served him well in the past, very well in fact. It’s a sort of sixth
|
||||
sense in a way, always kept Alex off the edge of the cliff, especially
|
||||
when someone stepped close enough to push him off. Those were the types
|
||||
of skills HQ sought after in the first place.</p>
|
||||
<p>Alex closes the iron door on his bunker, leaving his monitoring
|
||||
equipment running, dead man’s trigger set to blow the place shoul anyone
|
||||
enter it. Can’t be too careful these days..</p>
|
||||
<p>Emerging from the sewer grate, sticking to the shadows, Alex makes
|
||||
his way down an alley, then another, and yet another, finally emerging a
|
||||
few blocks from the Milk Market. Across the street, as he had expected,
|
||||
was Marvelo’s Marvelous MurderSticks, a quaint place should one needed
|
||||
something, well you get the picture, they don’t really sell anything but
|
||||
weaponry here.</p>
|
||||
<p>Alex ducked into the entrance of the shop and strode towards the back
|
||||
rack, where a collection of knives was on display. A rough looking
|
||||
fellow, ruddy red beard, thinning hair, moved from the counter as he saw
|
||||
Alex approach. “Fine sampling of knives we have, could I interest you in
|
||||
one?” Marvelo says. Alex reaches for a thin stilleto style dagger, and
|
||||
hands it to Marvelo “This one seems about right, but I’d like an extra
|
||||
sharp edge put on it, if you don’t mind”. Marvelo takes the stilleto
|
||||
from Alex say “Not a problem at all sir”, and he heads into the
|
||||
back.</p>
|
||||
<p>He sets to work honing the edge, and once complete he places it on
|
||||
his work bench. Grabbing a velvet lined case from a stack, he deftly
|
||||
removes the bottom and places a rolled piece of paper into the bottom,
|
||||
alongside an m1911 style pistol, and a couple of clips of ammo. He then
|
||||
places the velvet bottom back over the equipment, and places the
|
||||
stilleto on top, bringing the entire package back to the front. “An
|
||||
extra fine edge on this one sir, that’ll be 15 gold, plus another 5 to
|
||||
cover the service.</p>
|
||||
<p>Alex pays, and nips out the shop and heads back to the back alley.
|
||||
Paranoia begets what it requets, Alex mutters to himself as he
|
||||
disassembles the box holstering the pistol and ammo, and sheathing the
|
||||
dagger. Can’t keep going unarmed like I’m some kind of beat cop, not
|
||||
anymore.. Alex discards the case and unfurls the message, quickly
|
||||
deciphering the encryption set on it by Marvelo.</p>
|
||||
<pre><code>The hunt is still on, no word on Blavin nor the Iris group, yet.
|
||||
Agent 7 heard rumor of a couple of persons inquiring about the "Milk Market" these past few days.
|
||||
Agent 3 heard similar rumors, was able to bribe a melon vendor to acertain the figure wore a red sash, and was looking for friends.
|
||||
Agent 6 has kept watch on the Market, nothing strange yet, coming and goings as usual, no strange visitors
|
||||
Agent 4 monitoring feeds still present glitches, something abnormal
|
||||
Agent 5 found the melon vendor dead in a back alley, strangled to death, not immediate signs of blunt force trauma, caution advised</code></pre>
|
||||
<p>Alex burned the note, striding rapidly away from the alley, taking a
|
||||
meandering route away from the Milk Market, looping back around, and
|
||||
heading back towards it by yet another. Nobody appeared to be following
|
||||
him, yet he paused at each corner and turn, waiting for the footsteps of
|
||||
a pursuant.</p>
|
||||
<p>Noting nothing, he made his way through the back entrance of
|
||||
Enrique’s Empanadas greeting the cook quietly, but jovial. “Enrique,
|
||||
where’s Inky? We’ve got a problem.”</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>~</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Inky skims the page. They thank the witch, pay for the items and exit
|
||||
the shop, promptly discarding all notions of meeting Bother at the place
|
||||
stipulated on the note.</p>
|
||||
<p><em>(Half and one hour later)</em></p>
|
||||
<p>One-sixths into a caramel cantaloupe cream cornet, Inky runs into
|
||||
Confidence outside the Wandering Bazaar and obtains some of their new
|
||||
pamphlets, minted with luminescent ink for the convenience of late-night
|
||||
tourists. These are subsequently hare-mailed to every editor at the
|
||||
<em>Niuewstijl</em> office, which is almost certain to earn another
|
||||
chiding remark from Tess about etiquette and the handling of unsolicited
|
||||
bulk mail to parent editorial teams.</p>
|
||||
<p><em>(Half and two hours later)</em></p>
|
||||
<p>The installation on display at the Milk Market was grotesque — that
|
||||
is to say, a work of beauty. Inky steps carefully through the rooms to
|
||||
not disturb the piece. Afterwards, they sign the guestbook set up on an
|
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upturned milk crate by the door, delightedly pasting rows of horse head
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and thumbs-up emo Gs on a page thoughtfully titled “you can’t ed the
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unedible”.</p>
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<p><em>(Half and three hours earlier)</em></p>
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<p>Thanking Agate for her time, Inky passes her a sheet of paper on
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which were written a few questions about the prescribed ritual, with
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some space after each question should the witch prefer to scribble a
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response:</p>
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<ul>
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<li><p>What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk typically
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seek in return for directing travellers to the correct pocket
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dimension?</p></li>
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<li><p>An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the evenings
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whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel to a pocket
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dimension typically take, allowing for time to seek out a guide? Is
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there a way travellers can estimate the time to set out on their
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journey, in order to arrive at the establishment while it is
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open?</p></li>
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<li><p>Who are the Red Spider and “Dude 215R” mentioned in the ritual?
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How can travellers avoid summoning them?</p></li>
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<li><p>Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the sigils were
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removed during the ritual before they wake up?</p></li>
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</ul>
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<p><em>(Half and four hours later)</em></p>
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<p>Two sets of eyes peer down at the contents of an open tin. One
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accompanied by a focused look and a little trepidation, following the
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pinkish, flesh-like chunks speckled with white pockets of fat as they
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tumble into a hot pan and almost immediately begin to move of their own
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accord. The moving mounds resemble small round mouths opening, each with
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a rim of sharp teeth. The other pair of eyes belongs to a grinning face
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that beams when the mounds bloom into bright red flat caps, the edges
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beneath about to soften in the olive oil.</p>
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<p>Minutes after, The slices are ready. Inky accepts the plate of
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tostada with spicy pickled artichoke mushrooms and tomatoes with a
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murmur of thanks. Reassembling the recipe for the tinned spicy artichoke
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mushrooms had been a tedious process — someone had ripped out the pages
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from an old pickling book that had long ceased publication. Eventually
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Inky found a former nomad who had eaten them for two years in their
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youth and could recall or somewhat describe the taste. Flowery and
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savoury, they said. Many taste tests later, it turned out to be closer
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to partially decomposed cheese in ponderosa lemon juice. Canning was
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fortuitously easier with the increasing portability of sealers. Rather
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than telling the empanada chef any of this, Inky watches satisfaction
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slowly spread across his face. The tale that follows is far more
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entertaining.</p>
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<p><em>(Half and five hours later)</em></p>
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<p>While measuring out ingredients for the forty-second tea infusion
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since the start of the missions, not that Inky was keeping a close
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count, they hear a familiar voice a short distance outside the door
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asking for their whereabouts. Without pausing in their whisking, Inky
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simply informs the owner of the voice they’re not here, obviously,
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before emerging from the storage pantry with a fresh pot and bowls on a
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wooden tray, and greets the returning sysorcerer.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Agate writes back quickly:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>What do guides in the Sea of Dreams and the Ravenfolk typically seek
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in return for directing travellers to the correct pocket dimension?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
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<p>Intangibles. Usually memories, hopes, or dreams.</p>
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<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>An establishment inside the Bazaar is only open in the evenings
|
||||
whenever it appears in the city. How long does travel to a pocket
|
||||
dimension typically take, allowing for time to seek out a guide? Is
|
||||
there a way travellers can estimate the time to set out on their
|
||||
journey, in order to arrive at the establishment while it is open?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
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<p>You’ll find that time is rather malleable on the Otherside. You’ll
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||||
likely arrive exactly when you’re meant to. No need to worry too much
|
||||
about it.</p>
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<blockquote>
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||||
<p>Who are the Red Spider and “Dude 215R” mentioned in the ritual? How
|
||||
can travellers avoid summoning them?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Godforms manifested by the Linking Sigil and the Dream Sigil,
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respectively. It’s not <em>terrible</em> if they show up. But it’s
|
||||
definitely not ideal. You shouldn’t register on their radar as long as
|
||||
you don’t pump too much energy into, or siphon to much energy out of,
|
||||
the sigils. If they do show up, just know that you’re in the presence of
|
||||
a godlike power, and behave accordingly.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Would anything happen to the travellers if any of the sigils were
|
||||
removed during the ritual before they wake up?</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>If the sigils are removed or if the circle is broken, you’ll likely
|
||||
just wake up before you wanted to. Same goes for if your dreamform is
|
||||
destroyed while in the Dreaming. The only real danger you may encounter
|
||||
is the Scissormen and their ilk. They will attempt to permanently sever
|
||||
your dreamform from your waking body. Which would leave your body a
|
||||
soulless husk, and leave your consciousness adrift in the Sea of Dreams.
|
||||
But that probably won’t happen! Okay good luck, have fun!</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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