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title: 00041
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created: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 17:50:38 -0700
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updated: Wed, 14 Dec 2022 17:50:44 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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### 00041 {#00041}
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> Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his last
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> request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt, impactful.
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> "Trust no one". Which begged the question, could even it be
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> trusted? Was HQ compromised? His informants in danger? His allies
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> and leads awash in the dark grey mist of uncertainity. Or had his
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> message been intercepted, cracked, and a farsical response been
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> sent in its place. Alex wasn't certain which, but the strange
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> format and unusually speedy response had him on edge.
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>
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> This anxiety didn't boil up to the surface, not a line of worry or
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> hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue eyes. Outwardly he
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> was just as composed as ever, but between these uncertainties, the
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> loss of his uncle, and now this utterly strange dagger he'd found
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> amongst his uncle's belongings, he wasn't certain how long that
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> composure would last. It didn't held that he felt this gnawing at
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> the back of his mind, as though something was probing, attempting
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> to communicate with him, somewhere between telepathy and utter
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> magic, and not in any sense that Alex understood.
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>
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> And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle's allies,
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> and very little intention to change that situation at the moment.
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>
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> As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet them
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> Alex jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but fluffy,
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> ground. He cast a look around him at what appeared to be an
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> ordinary port of entry, noting the crowds of people passing by. As
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> the Toques arrived Alex spoke curtly to them, "Who sends you to
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> greet us, and where do you wish to take us, and by what means do we
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> travel?". Short, cut, information only. There's too much unnerving
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> in an unknown situation like this.
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~
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> Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the second
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> toque and says, "A little bit of bread and no cheese."
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"Cheese?" Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch of
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embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets, presumably
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looking for a morsel of cheese to share with the travelers, but
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finding none. They groan miserably. Confidence butts in
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apologetically, "There will be plenty of food at the hotel if you
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want some! Some delicious fondue perhaps? Kelsun Peak's famous liquid
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gold!"
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"Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you," Bread answers Alex.
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Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement. "But I suppose
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technically the hotelier sent us." Bread points up at the sky, in the
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general direction of the summit of Kelsun Peak. "We are to escort you
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to Palace Runesocesius." They thumb over their shoulder in the
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general direction of the stairs. "By way of the cloud steps. On
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foot."
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Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. "A Ginnarak
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Crystal! I can't hardly believe it! Thought they had all been lost to
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the ages. I hear it's complete dumb random luck that this one turned
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up. Story is, an aetherwael beached itself on some wide zephynos
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boulevard. Happens sometimes. Poor things can't distinguish between
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clouds and cloudstuff. I don't blame 'em! At a distance, you and me
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can't either! Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its
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side. Dratted poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be
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dashed to a thousand pieces on the rocks below. But it had a harpoon
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in its side and was trailing behind it a float bag tethered to the
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harpoon. And you probably already guessed what was inside of it!" By
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the time Confidence finishes their brief story, they are trembling
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and nearly breathless with excitement.
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"Anyway," Bread interrupts their excited companion in an attempt to
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restore decorum. Both of the toques have been gently herding you
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toward the base of the stairs this whole time. "You know how the
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zephynos are. You could give them all the coin in Basmentaria, or
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something priceless like a Ginnarak Crystal, and they'd just as
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quickly misplace it out of carelessness. If it's not a cloud they can
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sculpt into the shape of seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy
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creature, they just don't give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught
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wind of the aetherwael and found out about the crystal before they
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managed to lose it, or bury it inside of a sculpture or something
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silly! He has it safe and sound in the library up at Runesocesius
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now." Bread climbs the first step, his foot sinking barely a
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centimeter into wispy cloud before striking the solid cloudstuff.
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"Come! The hotelier will be very excited to greet you!"
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html)
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@ -249,6 +249,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00038" id="toc-00038">00038</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00039" id="toc-00039">00039</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00040" id="toc-00040">00040</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00041" id="toc-00041">00041</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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@ -258,11 +259,11 @@ of the Were-Hare</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: 39588 words / 169 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 40358 words / 172 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 142 messages posted over 154 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .92.</p>
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<p>There have been 143 messages posted over 156 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .91.</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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@ -4578,6 +4579,81 @@ you will take posession of the Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00186.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his last
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request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt, impactful.
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“Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could even it be trusted? Was
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HQ compromised? His informants in danger? His allies and leads awash in
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the dark grey mist of uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted,
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cracked, and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasn’t
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certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy response had
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him on edge.</p>
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<p>This anxiety didn’t boil up to the surface, not a line of worry or
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hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue eyes. Outwardly he was
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just as composed as ever, but between these uncertainties, the loss of
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his uncle, and now this utterly strange dagger he’d found amongst his
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uncle’s belongings, he wasn’t certain how long that composure would
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last. It didn’t held that he felt this gnawing at the back of his mind,
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as though something was probing, attempting to communicate with him,
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somewhere between telepathy and utter magic, and not in any sense that
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Alex understood.</p>
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<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle’s allies, and
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very little intention to change that situation at the moment.</p>
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<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet them Alex
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jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but fluffy, ground. He cast
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a look around him at what appeared to be an ordinary port of entry,
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noting the crowds of people passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke
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curtly to them, “Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to
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take us, and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information only.
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There’s too much unnerving in an unknown situation like this.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the second
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toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no cheese.”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch of
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embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets, presumably looking
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for a morsel of cheese to share with the travelers, but finding none.
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They groan miserably. Confidence butts in apologetically, “There will be
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plenty of food at the hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue
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perhaps? Kelsun Peak’s famous liquid gold!”</p>
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<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread answers Alex.
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Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement. “But I suppose
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technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points up at the sky, in the
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general direction of the summit of Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to
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Palace Runesocesius.” They thumb over their shoulder in the general
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direction of the stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
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<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A Ginnarak
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Crystal! I can’t hardly believe it! Thought they had all been lost to
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the ages. I hear it’s complete dumb random luck that this one turned up.
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Story is, an aetherwael beached itself on some wide zephynos boulevard.
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Happens sometimes. Poor things can’t distinguish between clouds and
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cloudstuff. I don’t blame ’em! At a distance, you and me can’t either!
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Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side. Dratted
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poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be dashed to a thousand
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pieces on the rocks below. But it had a harpoon in its side and was
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trailing behind it a float bag tethered to the harpoon. And you probably
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already guessed what was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes
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their brief story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
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excitement.</p>
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<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an attempt to
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restore decorum. Both of the toques have been gently herding you toward
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the base of the stairs this whole time. “You know how the zephynos are.
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You could give them all the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless
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like a Ginnarak Crystal, and they’d just as quickly misplace it out of
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carelessness. If it’s not a cloud they can sculpt into the shape of
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seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature, they just don’t
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give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind of the aetherwael and found
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out about the crystal before they managed to lose it, or bury it inside
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of a sculpture or something silly! He has it safe and sound in the
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library up at Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
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sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking the solid
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cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited to greet you!”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html">www</a></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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</description>
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</item>
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<item>
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<title>41</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">41 - Wed, 14 Dec 2022 17:50:38
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-0700</guid>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2022 17:50:44 -0700</pubDate>
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<description>
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<![CDATA[
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<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his
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last request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt,
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impactful. “Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could
|
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even it be trusted? Was HQ compromised? His informants in
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danger? His allies and leads awash in the dark grey mist of
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uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted, cracked,
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and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasn’t
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certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy
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response had him on edge.</p>
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<p>This anxiety didn’t boil up to the surface, not a line of
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worry or hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue
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eyes. Outwardly he was just as composed as ever, but between
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these uncertainties, the loss of his uncle, and now this
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utterly strange dagger he’d found amongst his uncle’s
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belongings, he wasn’t certain how long that composure would
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last. It didn’t held that he felt this gnawing at the back of
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his mind, as though something was probing, attempting to
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communicate with him, somewhere between telepathy and utter
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magic, and not in any sense that Alex understood.</p>
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<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle’s
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allies, and very little intention to change that situation at
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the moment.</p>
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<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet
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them Alex jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but
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fluffy, ground. He cast a look around him at what appeared to
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be an ordinary port of entry, noting the crowds of people
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passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke curtly to them,
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“Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to take us,
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and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information
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only. There’s too much unnerving in an unknown situation like
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this.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the
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second toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no
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cheese.”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch
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of embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets,
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presumably looking for a morsel of cheese to share with the
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travelers, but finding none. They groan miserably. Confidence
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butts in apologetically, “There will be plenty of food at the
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hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue perhaps? Kelsun
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Peak’s famous liquid gold!”</p>
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<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread
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answers Alex. Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement.
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“But I suppose technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points
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up at the sky, in the general direction of the summit of
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Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to Palace Runesocesius.”
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They thumb over their shoulder in the general direction of the
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stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
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<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A
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Ginnarak Crystal! I can’t hardly believe it! Thought they had
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all been lost to the ages. I hear it’s complete dumb random
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luck that this one turned up. Story is, an aetherwael beached
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itself on some wide zephynos boulevard. Happens sometimes.
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Poor things can’t distinguish between clouds and cloudstuff. I
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don’t blame ’em! At a distance, you and me can’t either!
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Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side.
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Dratted poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be
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dashed to a thousand pieces on the rocks below. But it had a
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harpoon in its side and was trailing behind it a float bag
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tethered to the harpoon. And you probably already guessed what
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was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes their brief
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story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
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excitement.</p>
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<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an
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attempt to restore decorum. Both of the toques have been
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gently herding you toward the base of the stairs this whole
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time. “You know how the zephynos are. You could give them all
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the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless like a
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Ginnarak Crystal, and they’d just as quickly misplace it out
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of carelessness. If it’s not a cloud they can sculpt into the
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shape of seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature,
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they just don’t give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind
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of the aetherwael and found out about the crystal before they
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managed to lose it, or bury it inside of a sculpture or
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something silly! He has it safe and sound in the library up at
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Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
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sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking
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the solid cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited
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to greet you!”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html">www</a></p>
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]]>
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</description>
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</item>
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<title>40</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<li><a href="#00038" id="toc-00038">00038</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00039" id="toc-00039">00039</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00040" id="toc-00040">00040</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00041" id="toc-00041">00041</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: 39588 words / 169 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 40358 words / 172 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 142 messages posted over 154 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .92.</p>
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<p>There have been 143 messages posted over 156 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .91.</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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@ -4581,6 +4582,81 @@ you will take posession of the Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00186.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his last
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request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt, impactful.
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“Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could even it be trusted? Was
|
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HQ compromised? His informants in danger? His allies and leads awash in
|
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the dark grey mist of uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted,
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cracked, and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasn’t
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certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy response had
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him on edge.</p>
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<p>This anxiety didn’t boil up to the surface, not a line of worry or
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hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue eyes. Outwardly he was
|
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just as composed as ever, but between these uncertainties, the loss of
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his uncle, and now this utterly strange dagger he’d found amongst his
|
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uncle’s belongings, he wasn’t certain how long that composure would
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last. It didn’t held that he felt this gnawing at the back of his mind,
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as though something was probing, attempting to communicate with him,
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somewhere between telepathy and utter magic, and not in any sense that
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Alex understood.</p>
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<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle’s allies, and
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very little intention to change that situation at the moment.</p>
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<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet them Alex
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jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but fluffy, ground. He cast
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a look around him at what appeared to be an ordinary port of entry,
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noting the crowds of people passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke
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curtly to them, “Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to
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take us, and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information only.
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There’s too much unnerving in an unknown situation like this.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>~</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the second
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toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no cheese.”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch of
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embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets, presumably looking
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for a morsel of cheese to share with the travelers, but finding none.
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They groan miserably. Confidence butts in apologetically, “There will be
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plenty of food at the hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue
|
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perhaps? Kelsun Peak’s famous liquid gold!”</p>
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<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread answers Alex.
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Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement. “But I suppose
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technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points up at the sky, in the
|
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general direction of the summit of Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to
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Palace Runesocesius.” They thumb over their shoulder in the general
|
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direction of the stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
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<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A Ginnarak
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Crystal! I can’t hardly believe it! Thought they had all been lost to
|
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the ages. I hear it’s complete dumb random luck that this one turned up.
|
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Story is, an aetherwael beached itself on some wide zephynos boulevard.
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Happens sometimes. Poor things can’t distinguish between clouds and
|
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cloudstuff. I don’t blame ’em! At a distance, you and me can’t either!
|
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Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side. Dratted
|
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poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be dashed to a thousand
|
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pieces on the rocks below. But it had a harpoon in its side and was
|
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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
|
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their brief story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
|
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excitement.</p>
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<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an attempt to
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restore decorum. Both of the toques have been gently herding you toward
|
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the base of the stairs this whole time. “You know how the zephynos are.
|
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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
|
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carelessness. If it’s not a cloud they can sculpt into the shape of
|
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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
|
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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
|
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library up at Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
|
||||
sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking the solid
|
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cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited to greet you!”</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html">www</a></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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