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

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<li><a href="#00038" id="toc-00038">00038</a></li> <li><a href="#00038" id="toc-00038">00038</a></li>
<li><a href="#00039" id="toc-00039">00039</a></li> <li><a href="#00039" id="toc-00039">00039</a></li>
<li><a href="#00040" id="toc-00040">00040</a></li> <li><a href="#00040" id="toc-00040">00040</a></li>
<li><a href="#00041" id="toc-00041">00041</a></li>
</ul></li> </ul></li>
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li> <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li> <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -258,11 +259,11 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
</ul> </ul>
</nav> </nav>
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2> <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
<p>Total length: 39588 words / 169 minute read. (Mind you, thats the <p>Total length: 40358 words / 172 minute read. (Mind you, thats the
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.)</p> just the story.)</p>
<p>There have been 142 messages posted over 154 days since the first <p>There have been 143 messages posted over 156 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .92.</p> post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .91.</p>
<h2 id="about">About</h2> <h2 id="about">About</h2>
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
email.</p> email.</p>
@ -4578,6 +4579,81 @@ you will take posession of the Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p> <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a <p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00186.html">www</a></p> href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00186.html">www</a></p>
<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his last
request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt, impactful.
“Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could even it be trusted? Was
HQ compromised? His informants in danger? His allies and leads awash in
the dark grey mist of uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted,
cracked, and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasnt
certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy response had
him on edge.</p>
<p>This anxiety didnt boil up to the surface, not a line of worry or
hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue eyes. Outwardly he was
just as composed as ever, but between these uncertainties, the loss of
his uncle, and now this utterly strange dagger hed found amongst his
uncles belongings, he wasnt certain how long that composure would
last. It didnt held that he felt this gnawing at the back of his mind,
as though something was probing, attempting to communicate with him,
somewhere between telepathy and utter magic, and not in any sense that
Alex understood.</p>
<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncles allies, and
very little intention to change that situation at the moment.</p>
<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet them Alex
jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but fluffy, ground. He cast
a look around him at what appeared to be an ordinary port of entry,
noting the crowds of people passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke
curtly to them, “Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to
take us, and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information only.
Theres too much unnerving in an unknown situation like this.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>~</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the second
toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no cheese.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch of
embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets, presumably looking
for a morsel of cheese to share with the travelers, but finding none.
They groan miserably. Confidence butts in apologetically, “There will be
plenty of food at the hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue
perhaps? Kelsun Peaks famous liquid gold!”</p>
<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread answers Alex.
Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement. “But I suppose
technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points up at the sky, in the
general direction of the summit of Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to
Palace Runesocesius.” They thumb over their shoulder in the general
direction of the stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A Ginnarak
Crystal! I cant hardly believe it! Thought they had all been lost to
the ages. I hear its complete dumb random luck that this one turned up.
Story is, an aetherwael beached itself on some wide zephynos boulevard.
Happens sometimes. Poor things cant distinguish between clouds and
cloudstuff. I dont blame em! At a distance, you and me cant either!
Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side. Dratted
poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be dashed to a thousand
pieces on the rocks below. But it had a harpoon in its side and was
trailing behind it a float bag tethered to the harpoon. And you probably
already guessed what was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes
their brief story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
excitement.</p>
<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an attempt to
restore decorum. Both of the toques have been gently herding you toward
the base of the stairs this whole time. “You know how the zephynos are.
You could give them all the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless
like a Ginnarak Crystal, and theyd just as quickly misplace it out of
carelessness. If its not a cloud they can sculpt into the shape of
seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature, they just dont
give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind of the aetherwael and found
out about the crystal before they managed to lose it, or bury it inside
of a sculpture or something silly! He has it safe and sound in the
library up at Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking the solid
cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited to greet you!”</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html">www</a></p>
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2> <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p> <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his
last request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt,
impactful. “Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could
even it be trusted? Was HQ compromised? His informants in
danger? His allies and leads awash in the dark grey mist of
uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted, cracked,
and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasnt
certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy
response had him on edge.</p>
<p>This anxiety didnt boil up to the surface, not a line of
worry or hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue
eyes. Outwardly he was just as composed as ever, but between
these uncertainties, the loss of his uncle, and now this
utterly strange dagger hed found amongst his uncles
belongings, he wasnt certain how long that composure would
last. It didnt held that he felt this gnawing at the back of
his mind, as though something was probing, attempting to
communicate with him, somewhere between telepathy and utter
magic, and not in any sense that Alex understood.</p>
<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncles
allies, and very little intention to change that situation at
the moment.</p>
<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet
them Alex jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but
fluffy, ground. He cast a look around him at what appeared to
be an ordinary port of entry, noting the crowds of people
passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke curtly to them,
“Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to take us,
and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information
only. Theres too much unnerving in an unknown situation like
this.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>~</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the
second toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no
cheese.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch
of embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets,
presumably looking for a morsel of cheese to share with the
travelers, but finding none. They groan miserably. Confidence
butts in apologetically, “There will be plenty of food at the
hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue perhaps? Kelsun
Peaks famous liquid gold!”</p>
<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread
answers Alex. Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement.
“But I suppose technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points
up at the sky, in the general direction of the summit of
Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to Palace Runesocesius.”
They thumb over their shoulder in the general direction of the
stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A
Ginnarak Crystal! I cant hardly believe it! Thought they had
all been lost to the ages. I hear its complete dumb random
luck that this one turned up. Story is, an aetherwael beached
itself on some wide zephynos boulevard. Happens sometimes.
Poor things cant distinguish between clouds and cloudstuff. I
dont blame em! At a distance, you and me cant either!
Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side.
Dratted poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be
dashed to a thousand pieces on the rocks below. But it had a
harpoon in its side and was trailing behind it a float bag
tethered to the harpoon. And you probably already guessed what
was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes their brief
story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
excitement.</p>
<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an
attempt to restore decorum. Both of the toques have been
gently herding you toward the base of the stairs this whole
time. “You know how the zephynos are. You could give them all
the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless like a
Ginnarak Crystal, and theyd just as quickly misplace it out
of carelessness. If its not a cloud they can sculpt into the
shape of seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature,
they just dont give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind
of the aetherwael and found out about the crystal before they
managed to lose it, or bury it inside of a sculpture or
something silly! He has it safe and sound in the library up at
Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking
the solid cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited
to greet you!”</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html">www</a></p>
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<li><a href="#00038" id="toc-00038">00038</a></li> <li><a href="#00038" id="toc-00038">00038</a></li>
<li><a href="#00039" id="toc-00039">00039</a></li> <li><a href="#00039" id="toc-00039">00039</a></li>
<li><a href="#00040" id="toc-00040">00040</a></li> <li><a href="#00040" id="toc-00040">00040</a></li>
<li><a href="#00041" id="toc-00041">00041</a></li>
</ul></li> </ul></li>
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li> <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li> <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -261,11 +262,11 @@ id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
</ul> </ul>
</nav> </nav>
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2> <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
<p>Total length: 39588 words / 169 minute read. (Mind you, thats the <p>Total length: 40358 words / 172 minute read. (Mind you, thats the
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.)</p> just the story.)</p>
<p>There have been 142 messages posted over 154 days since the first <p>There have been 143 messages posted over 156 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .92.</p> post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .91.</p>
<h2 id="about">About</h2> <h2 id="about">About</h2>
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
email.</p> email.</p>
@ -4581,6 +4582,81 @@ you will take posession of the Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p> <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a <p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00186.html">www</a></p> href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00186.html">www</a></p>
<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his last
request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt, impactful.
“Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could even it be trusted? Was
HQ compromised? His informants in danger? His allies and leads awash in
the dark grey mist of uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted,
cracked, and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasnt
certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy response had
him on edge.</p>
<p>This anxiety didnt boil up to the surface, not a line of worry or
hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue eyes. Outwardly he was
just as composed as ever, but between these uncertainties, the loss of
his uncle, and now this utterly strange dagger hed found amongst his
uncles belongings, he wasnt certain how long that composure would
last. It didnt held that he felt this gnawing at the back of his mind,
as though something was probing, attempting to communicate with him,
somewhere between telepathy and utter magic, and not in any sense that
Alex understood.</p>
<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncles allies, and
very little intention to change that situation at the moment.</p>
<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet them Alex
jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but fluffy, ground. He cast
a look around him at what appeared to be an ordinary port of entry,
noting the crowds of people passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke
curtly to them, “Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to
take us, and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information only.
Theres too much unnerving in an unknown situation like this.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>~</p>
<blockquote>
<p>Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the second
toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no cheese.”</p>
</blockquote>
<p>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch of
embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets, presumably looking
for a morsel of cheese to share with the travelers, but finding none.
They groan miserably. Confidence butts in apologetically, “There will be
plenty of food at the hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue
perhaps? Kelsun Peaks famous liquid gold!”</p>
<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread answers Alex.
Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement. “But I suppose
technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points up at the sky, in the
general direction of the summit of Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to
Palace Runesocesius.” They thumb over their shoulder in the general
direction of the stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A Ginnarak
Crystal! I cant hardly believe it! Thought they had all been lost to
the ages. I hear its complete dumb random luck that this one turned up.
Story is, an aetherwael beached itself on some wide zephynos boulevard.
Happens sometimes. Poor things cant distinguish between clouds and
cloudstuff. I dont blame em! At a distance, you and me cant either!
Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side. Dratted
poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be dashed to a thousand
pieces on the rocks below. But it had a harpoon in its side and was
trailing behind it a float bag tethered to the harpoon. And you probably
already guessed what was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes
their brief story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
excitement.</p>
<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an attempt to
restore decorum. Both of the toques have been gently herding you toward
the base of the stairs this whole time. “You know how the zephynos are.
You could give them all the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless
like a Ginnarak Crystal, and theyd just as quickly misplace it out of
carelessness. If its not a cloud they can sculpt into the shape of
seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature, they just dont
give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind of the aetherwael and found
out about the crystal before they managed to lose it, or bury it inside
of a sculpture or something silly! He has it safe and sound in the
library up at Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking the solid
cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited to greet you!”</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html">www</a></p>
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2> <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p> <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
<dt> <dt>