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title: 00043
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created: Mon, 19 Dec 2022 08:03:20 -0700
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updated: Mon, 19 Dec 2022 08:03:25 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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---
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### 00043 {#00043}
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> Pirates?! Again?! Alex groans, unfortunately he's run into this crew
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> of dastardly mostly cybernetic punks in the past. Nasty group back
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> home, always kept the precinct busy. Not necessarily with the
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> detective work, it was always a little obvious when they showed up.
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> They have a flair for the dramatic.
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>
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> Alex shouts to Inky & Jarrod "Come on, we need to get in one of those
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> balloons and fast!" he then darts off in the direction of the nearest
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> abandoned balloon in the market place, not looking to see if his
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> companions had followed him.
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>
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> *internally* I know these guys have pulled off smaller heists, they
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> could just be attacking the hotel to plunder riches from its guests.
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> They don't seem the likes of a retrieval team.. Then again, that
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> Blavin fellow has multiple teams working for him, and he doesn't seem
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> all too picky about how they get the job done, it wouldn't be
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> surprising if he'd hired some brigands hoping they'd get the gems
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> faster.
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>
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> Alex conjures up another bug, a stag beetle this time, and casts it
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> away at the pirate ship. It'll probably take some time to catch up,
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> but once it does we'll be able to keep an eye on the pirate's ship
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> and general actions, at least within line of sight of the bug.
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>
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> As Alex reaches the balloon he grabs the ruby hilted dagger and cuts
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> the mooring lines keeping it down, and jumps into the basket
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> preparing for take off.
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You spot a balloon that has already been knocked half loose of its
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mooring by the pirate attack. The basket is listing to the side and
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tugging at the one remaining rope tying it down Its owner scurries
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around in circles trying to secure it.
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The vertical panels of the balloon are all different colors, creating
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a brilliant rainbow pattern. The large woven basket is large enough
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for maybe three people.
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You leap inside, swinging the ruby hilted dagger at the remaining
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mooring line. The balloon owner cries out in dismay. The basket
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shifts beneath your feet as the balloon tugs it skyward.
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In the burner, a small sunspoke---a minor fire elemental---is merrily
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burning away, producing a modest flame that is hot enough to lift the
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balloon slowly above the market into the sky. There is a knob valve
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on the side of the burner to allow more oxygen to flow in, thereby
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feeding the sunspoke and encouraging it to burn more intensely and
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raise the balloon higher and faster. The valve is currently only
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about one third open.
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A pile of blankets in one corner of the basket---and that area of the
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basket itself---is covered in blood. Somebody injured in the pirate
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attack must have temporarily climbed into the basket looking for
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cover? As you're about to look away, something large-ish (small for a
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human, large for an animal) under the blankets shifts and moves.
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> Inky stares after Alex's sprinting figure before shrugging and
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> stepping towards one of the stalls selling sandwiches bowled over
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> by one of the large boulders. They place some loose change on the
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> stall's wooden sign that had tipped over on the ground and pocket
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> one of the sandwiches displayed inside an open chest oven. Next,
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> they pick up several of the scented candles scattered on the ground
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> by the crash, throwing some coins in the direction of the
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> disoriented vendor before continuing at a leisurely pace up the
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> steps to the hotel, taking in the balloonship and surrounding
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> scenery. The members of their merry party arriving first can hold
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> their own as well as the fort of a hotel.
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You do a little leisurely shopping as the vendors and other shoppers
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put out fires and tend to the injured. With a couple scented candles
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and a sandwich safely in your pocket, you start to climb the cloud
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steps, enjoying the scenery as you go. Bread and Confidence have
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quite a bit of a head start on you, and are nowhere to be seen. As
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the stairway winds around the mountainside, the market and its bustle
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recede from view, and soon you are quite isolated and alone.
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The majesty of creation is humbling here: the endless, roiling ocean
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of cloud; the towering mountain of rock. It's as though this was the
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creator's playground when they were still trying to figure out scale.
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Before they quite got it right for human-sized creatures.
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About halfway up your climb, it starts raining sheets of paper. You
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snatch one and read it. Some heroic fantasy about slaying demons and
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facing great peril. You grab another. A bodice-ripping romance.
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Another. A gourmand's food tour of Basmentaria, eating their way from
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coast to coast. A murder mystery whodunnit. An aetherwael handler's
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guide to interplanetary travel. How to grow your own fortified
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pumpkins. On the Care and Maintenance of Fortles. The Rise and Fall
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and Rise of Palace Runesocesius. Within a minute, you have fists full
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of an entire library's worth of snippets and passages.
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~
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It looks as though Alex will approach the hotel by balloon from the
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non-pirate side. And Inky's approach by stair will deposit them at
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the hotel entrance, roughly pirate-adjacent.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00217.html)
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title: 00044
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created: Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:08 -0700
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updated: Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:11 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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### 00044 {#00044}
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> As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it up to the
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> 2/3 mark. "Sorry little friend, we're going to need a little bit more
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> juice". The baloon lurches upwards as air rushes in feeding the
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> sunspoke, causing it to burn more intensely. After setting the
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> sunspoke ablaze and shouting back to the balloon's owner Alex takes
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> account of his surroundings. It's during this time he spots the
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> bloodied, moving blankets. They seem to writhe, as though something
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> beneath them is injured.
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>
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> Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the blankets from
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> the corner of the balloon basket revealing whatever lay beneath.
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The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its little
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fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra fuel. It burns
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twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright yellow flame up into
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the parachute. The sunspoke starts to glow a molten red, and you
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start to rise faster.
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As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the Runesocesius.
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The grand hotel is draped over the top of the mountain, clinging to
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it like a dragon resting on its hoard.
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The "cyberplasms" as Confidence called them have docked to the side
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of a tower on the other side of the peak from you. They have shot a
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large hole in the side of the tower, and you can see them now
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starting to zipline into the building. A thick plume of black smoke
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billows out of the side of the tower, carrying pages and pages of
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loose paper into the air with it. They rain down like snow. The tower
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must house an extensive library.
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You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets, jeweled
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dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small bloody furry
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blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted face, and enormous
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pointed ears. It quickly looks away from you, chirps pathetically,
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and trembles as it cowers in place. You have found a frightened
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hemogoblin stowaway!
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00219.html)
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131
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<li><a href="#00040" id="toc-00040">00040</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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<li><a href="#00041" id="toc-00041">00041</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00042" id="toc-00042">00042</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00042" id="toc-00042">00042</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00043" id="toc-00043">00043</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00044" id="toc-00044">00044</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="#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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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 41570 words / 177 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 42782 words / 182 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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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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just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 148 messages posted over 157 days since the first
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<p>There have been 155 messages posted over 160 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .94.</p>
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</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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<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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email.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<p><a
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00203.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00043">00043</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Pirates?! Again?! Alex groans, unfortunately he’s run into this crew
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of dastardly mostly cybernetic punks in the past. Nasty group back home,
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always kept the precinct busy. Not necessarily with the detective work,
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it was always a little obvious when they showed up. They have a flair
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for the dramatic.</p>
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<p>Alex shouts to Inky & Jarrod “Come on, we need to get in one of
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those balloons and fast!” he then darts off in the direction of the
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nearest abandoned balloon in the market place, not looking to see if his
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companions had followed him.</p>
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<p><em>internally</em> I know these guys have pulled off smaller heists,
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they could just be attacking the hotel to plunder riches from its
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guests. They don’t seem the likes of a retrieval team.. Then again, that
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Blavin fellow has multiple teams working for him, and he doesn’t seem
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all too picky about how they get the job done, it wouldn’t be surprising
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if he’d hired some brigands hoping they’d get the gems faster.</p>
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<p>Alex conjures up another bug, a stag beetle this time, and casts it
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away at the pirate ship. It’ll probably take some time to catch up, but
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once it does we’ll be able to keep an eye on the pirate’s ship and
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general actions, at least within line of sight of the bug.</p>
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<p>As Alex reaches the balloon he grabs the ruby hilted dagger and cuts
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the mooring lines keeping it down, and jumps into the basket preparing
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for take off.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You spot a balloon that has already been knocked half loose of its
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mooring by the pirate attack. The basket is listing to the side and
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tugging at the one remaining rope tying it down Its owner scurries
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around in circles trying to secure it.</p>
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<p>The vertical panels of the balloon are all different colors, creating
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a brilliant rainbow pattern. The large woven basket is large enough for
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maybe three people.</p>
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<p>You leap inside, swinging the ruby hilted dagger at the remaining
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mooring line. The balloon owner cries out in dismay. The basket shifts
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beneath your feet as the balloon tugs it skyward.</p>
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<p>In the burner, a small sunspoke—a minor fire elemental—is merrily
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burning away, producing a modest flame that is hot enough to lift the
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balloon slowly above the market into the sky. There is a knob valve on
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the side of the burner to allow more oxygen to flow in, thereby feeding
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the sunspoke and encouraging it to burn more intensely and raise the
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balloon higher and faster. The valve is currently only about one third
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open.</p>
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<p>A pile of blankets in one corner of the basket—and that area of the
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basket itself—is covered in blood. Somebody injured in the pirate attack
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must have temporarily climbed into the basket looking for cover? As
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you’re about to look away, something large-ish (small for a human, large
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for an animal) under the blankets shifts and moves.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky stares after Alex’s sprinting figure before shrugging and
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stepping towards one of the stalls selling sandwiches bowled over by one
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of the large boulders. They place some loose change on the stall’s
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wooden sign that had tipped over on the ground and pocket one of the
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sandwiches displayed inside an open chest oven. Next, they pick up
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several of the scented candles scattered on the ground by the crash,
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throwing some coins in the direction of the disoriented vendor before
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continuing at a leisurely pace up the steps to the hotel, taking in the
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balloonship and surrounding scenery. The members of their merry party
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arriving first can hold their own as well as the fort of a hotel.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You do a little leisurely shopping as the vendors and other shoppers
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put out fires and tend to the injured. With a couple scented candles and
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a sandwich safely in your pocket, you start to climb the cloud steps,
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enjoying the scenery as you go. Bread and Confidence have quite a bit of
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a head start on you, and are nowhere to be seen. As the stairway winds
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around the mountainside, the market and its bustle recede from view, and
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soon you are quite isolated and alone.</p>
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<p>The majesty of creation is humbling here: the endless, roiling ocean
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of cloud; the towering mountain of rock. It’s as though this was the
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creator’s playground when they were still trying to figure out scale.
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Before they quite got it right for human-sized creatures.</p>
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<p>About halfway up your climb, it starts raining sheets of paper. You
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snatch one and read it. Some heroic fantasy about slaying demons and
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facing great peril. You grab another. A bodice-ripping romance. Another.
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A gourmand’s food tour of Basmentaria, eating their way from coast to
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coast. A murder mystery whodunnit. An aetherwael handler’s guide to
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interplanetary travel. How to grow your own fortified pumpkins. On the
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Care and Maintenance of Fortles. The Rise and Fall and Rise of Palace
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Runesocesius. Within a minute, you have fists full of an entire
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library’s worth of snippets and passages.</p>
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<p>~</p>
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<p>It looks as though Alex will approach the hotel by balloon from the
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non-pirate side. And Inky’s approach by stair will deposit them at the
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hotel entrance, roughly pirate-adjacent.</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/msg00217.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00044">00044</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it up to the
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2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need a little bit more
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juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air rushes in feeding the
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sunspoke, causing it to burn more intensely. After setting the sunspoke
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ablaze and shouting back to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of
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his surroundings. It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving
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blankets. They seem to writhe, as though something beneath them is
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injured.</p>
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<p>Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the blankets from
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the corner of the balloon basket revealing whatever lay beneath.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its little
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fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra fuel. It burns twice
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as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright yellow flame up into the
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parachute. The sunspoke starts to glow a molten red, and you start to
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rise faster.</p>
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<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the Runesocesius.
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The grand hotel is draped over the top of the mountain, clinging to it
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like a dragon resting on its hoard.</p>
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<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to the side
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of a tower on the other side of the peak from you. They have shot a
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large hole in the side of the tower, and you can see them now starting
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to zipline into the building. A thick plume of black smoke billows out
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of the side of the tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into
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the air with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an
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extensive library.</p>
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<p>You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets, jeweled
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dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small bloody furry blob.
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You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted face, and enormous pointed
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ears. It quickly looks away from you, chirps pathetically, and trembles
|
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as it cowers in place. You have found a frightened hemogoblin
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stowaway!</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/msg00219.html">www</a></p>
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<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<h3 id="00043">00043</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Pirates?! Again?! Alex groans, unfortunately he’s run into
|
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this crew of dastardly mostly cybernetic punks in the past.
|
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|
Nasty group back home, always kept the precinct busy. Not
|
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necessarily with the detective work, it was always a little
|
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obvious when they showed up. They have a flair for the
|
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dramatic.</p>
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<p>Alex shouts to Inky & Jarrod “Come on, we need to get
|
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in one of those balloons and fast!” he then darts off in the
|
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direction of the nearest abandoned balloon in the market
|
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place, not looking to see if his companions had followed
|
||||||
|
him.</p>
|
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<p><em>internally</em> I know these guys have pulled off
|
||||||
|
smaller heists, they could just be attacking the hotel to
|
||||||
|
plunder riches from its guests. They don’t seem the likes of a
|
||||||
|
retrieval team.. Then again, that Blavin fellow has multiple
|
||||||
|
teams working for him, and he doesn’t seem all too picky about
|
||||||
|
how they get the job done, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d
|
||||||
|
hired some brigands hoping they’d get the gems faster.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Alex conjures up another bug, a stag beetle this time, and
|
||||||
|
casts it away at the pirate ship. It’ll probably take some
|
||||||
|
time to catch up, but once it does we’ll be able to keep an
|
||||||
|
eye on the pirate’s ship and general actions, at least within
|
||||||
|
line of sight of the bug.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>As Alex reaches the balloon he grabs the ruby hilted dagger
|
||||||
|
and cuts the mooring lines keeping it down, and jumps into the
|
||||||
|
basket preparing for take off.</p>
|
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|
</blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>You spot a balloon that has already been knocked half loose
|
||||||
|
of its mooring by the pirate attack. The basket is listing to
|
||||||
|
the side and tugging at the one remaining rope tying it down
|
||||||
|
Its owner scurries around in circles trying to secure it.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>The vertical panels of the balloon are all different
|
||||||
|
colors, creating a brilliant rainbow pattern. The large woven
|
||||||
|
basket is large enough for maybe three people.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>You leap inside, swinging the ruby hilted dagger at the
|
||||||
|
remaining mooring line. The balloon owner cries out in dismay.
|
||||||
|
The basket shifts beneath your feet as the balloon tugs it
|
||||||
|
skyward.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>In the burner, a small sunspoke—a minor fire elemental—is
|
||||||
|
merrily burning away, producing a modest flame that is hot
|
||||||
|
enough to lift the balloon slowly above the market into the
|
||||||
|
sky. There is a knob valve on the side of the burner to allow
|
||||||
|
more oxygen to flow in, thereby feeding the sunspoke and
|
||||||
|
encouraging it to burn more intensely and raise the balloon
|
||||||
|
higher and faster. The valve is currently only about one third
|
||||||
|
open.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>A pile of blankets in one corner of the basket—and that
|
||||||
|
area of the basket itself—is covered in blood. Somebody
|
||||||
|
injured in the pirate attack must have temporarily climbed
|
||||||
|
into the basket looking for cover? As you’re about to look
|
||||||
|
away, something large-ish (small for a human, large for an
|
||||||
|
animal) under the blankets shifts and moves.</p>
|
||||||
|
<blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>Inky stares after Alex’s sprinting figure before shrugging
|
||||||
|
and stepping towards one of the stalls selling sandwiches
|
||||||
|
bowled over by one of the large boulders. They place some
|
||||||
|
loose change on the stall’s wooden sign that had tipped over
|
||||||
|
on the ground and pocket one of the sandwiches displayed
|
||||||
|
inside an open chest oven. Next, they pick up several of the
|
||||||
|
scented candles scattered on the ground by the crash, throwing
|
||||||
|
some coins in the direction of the disoriented vendor before
|
||||||
|
continuing at a leisurely pace up the steps to the hotel,
|
||||||
|
taking in the balloonship and surrounding scenery. The members
|
||||||
|
of their merry party arriving first can hold their own as well
|
||||||
|
as the fort of a hotel.</p>
|
||||||
|
</blockquote>
|
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|
<p>You do a little leisurely shopping as the vendors and other
|
||||||
|
shoppers put out fires and tend to the injured. With a couple
|
||||||
|
scented candles and a sandwich safely in your pocket, you
|
||||||
|
start to climb the cloud steps, enjoying the scenery as you
|
||||||
|
go. Bread and Confidence have quite a bit of a head start on
|
||||||
|
you, and are nowhere to be seen. As the stairway winds around
|
||||||
|
the mountainside, the market and its bustle recede from view,
|
||||||
|
and soon you are quite isolated and alone.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>The majesty of creation is humbling here: the endless,
|
||||||
|
roiling ocean of cloud; the towering mountain of rock. It’s as
|
||||||
|
though this was the creator’s playground when they were still
|
||||||
|
trying to figure out scale. Before they quite got it right for
|
||||||
|
human-sized creatures.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>About halfway up your climb, it starts raining sheets of
|
||||||
|
paper. You snatch one and read it. Some heroic fantasy about
|
||||||
|
slaying demons and facing great peril. You grab another. A
|
||||||
|
bodice-ripping romance. Another. A gourmand’s food tour of
|
||||||
|
Basmentaria, eating their way from coast to coast. A murder
|
||||||
|
mystery whodunnit. An aetherwael handler’s guide to
|
||||||
|
interplanetary travel. How to grow your own fortified
|
||||||
|
pumpkins. On the Care and Maintenance of Fortles. The Rise and
|
||||||
|
Fall and Rise of Palace Runesocesius. Within a minute, you
|
||||||
|
have fists full of an entire library’s worth of snippets and
|
||||||
|
passages.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>~</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>It looks as though Alex will approach the hotel by balloon
|
||||||
|
from the non-pirate side. And Inky’s approach by stair will
|
||||||
|
deposit them at the hotel entrance, roughly
|
||||||
|
pirate-adjacent.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||||
|
<p><a
|
||||||
|
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00217.html">www</a></p>
|
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|
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">44 - Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:08
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|
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|
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|
<pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2022 08:47:11 -0700</pubDate>
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||||||
|
<description>
|
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|
<![CDATA[
|
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|
<h3 id="00044">00044</h3>
|
||||||
|
<blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it
|
||||||
|
up to the 2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need
|
||||||
|
a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air
|
||||||
|
rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more
|
||||||
|
intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back
|
||||||
|
to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings.
|
||||||
|
It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving blankets.
|
||||||
|
They seem to writhe, as though something beneath them is
|
||||||
|
injured.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the
|
||||||
|
blankets from the corner of the balloon basket revealing
|
||||||
|
whatever lay beneath.</p>
|
||||||
|
</blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its
|
||||||
|
little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra
|
||||||
|
fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright
|
||||||
|
yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to
|
||||||
|
glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the
|
||||||
|
Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the
|
||||||
|
mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its
|
||||||
|
hoard.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to
|
||||||
|
the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you.
|
||||||
|
They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you
|
||||||
|
can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A
|
||||||
|
thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the
|
||||||
|
tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air
|
||||||
|
with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an
|
||||||
|
extensive library.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets,
|
||||||
|
jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small
|
||||||
|
bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted
|
||||||
|
face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from
|
||||||
|
you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place.
|
||||||
|
You have found a frightened hemogoblin stowaway!</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||||
|
<p><a
|
||||||
|
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00219.html">www</a></p>
|
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|
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|
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|
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|
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<title>39</title>
|
<title>39</title>
|
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
|
||||||
|
|
|
@ -251,6 +251,8 @@ of the Were-Hare</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>
|
<li><a href="#00041" id="toc-00041">00041</a></li>
|
||||||
<li><a href="#00042" id="toc-00042">00042</a></li>
|
<li><a href="#00042" id="toc-00042">00042</a></li>
|
||||||
|
<li><a href="#00043" id="toc-00043">00043</a></li>
|
||||||
|
<li><a href="#00044" id="toc-00044">00044</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>
|
||||||
|
@ -263,11 +265,11 @@ id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
|
||||||
</ul>
|
</ul>
|
||||||
</nav>
|
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|
||||||
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
|
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
|
||||||
<p>Total length: 41570 words / 177 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
<p>Total length: 42782 words / 182 minute read. (Mind you, that’s 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 148 messages posted over 157 days since the first
|
<p>There have been 155 messages posted over 160 days since the first
|
||||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .94.</p>
|
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</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>
|
||||||
|
@ -4781,6 +4783,129 @@ bounding up the cloudstuff steps.</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/msg00203.html">www</a></p>
|
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00203.html">www</a></p>
|
||||||
|
<h3 id="00043">00043</h3>
|
||||||
|
<blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>Pirates?! Again?! Alex groans, unfortunately he’s run into this crew
|
||||||
|
of dastardly mostly cybernetic punks in the past. Nasty group back home,
|
||||||
|
always kept the precinct busy. Not necessarily with the detective work,
|
||||||
|
it was always a little obvious when they showed up. They have a flair
|
||||||
|
for the dramatic.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Alex shouts to Inky & Jarrod “Come on, we need to get in one of
|
||||||
|
those balloons and fast!” he then darts off in the direction of the
|
||||||
|
nearest abandoned balloon in the market place, not looking to see if his
|
||||||
|
companions had followed him.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p><em>internally</em> I know these guys have pulled off smaller heists,
|
||||||
|
they could just be attacking the hotel to plunder riches from its
|
||||||
|
guests. They don’t seem the likes of a retrieval team.. Then again, that
|
||||||
|
Blavin fellow has multiple teams working for him, and he doesn’t seem
|
||||||
|
all too picky about how they get the job done, it wouldn’t be surprising
|
||||||
|
if he’d hired some brigands hoping they’d get the gems faster.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>Alex conjures up another bug, a stag beetle this time, and casts it
|
||||||
|
away at the pirate ship. It’ll probably take some time to catch up, but
|
||||||
|
once it does we’ll be able to keep an eye on the pirate’s ship and
|
||||||
|
general actions, at least within line of sight of the bug.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>As Alex reaches the balloon he grabs the ruby hilted dagger and cuts
|
||||||
|
the mooring lines keeping it down, and jumps into the basket preparing
|
||||||
|
for take off.</p>
|
||||||
|
</blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>You spot a balloon that has already been knocked half loose of its
|
||||||
|
mooring by the pirate attack. The basket is listing to the side and
|
||||||
|
tugging at the one remaining rope tying it down Its owner scurries
|
||||||
|
around in circles trying to secure it.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>The vertical panels of the balloon are all different colors, creating
|
||||||
|
a brilliant rainbow pattern. The large woven basket is large enough for
|
||||||
|
maybe three people.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>You leap inside, swinging the ruby hilted dagger at the remaining
|
||||||
|
mooring line. The balloon owner cries out in dismay. The basket shifts
|
||||||
|
beneath your feet as the balloon tugs it skyward.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>In the burner, a small sunspoke—a minor fire elemental—is merrily
|
||||||
|
burning away, producing a modest flame that is hot enough to lift the
|
||||||
|
balloon slowly above the market into the sky. There is a knob valve on
|
||||||
|
the side of the burner to allow more oxygen to flow in, thereby feeding
|
||||||
|
the sunspoke and encouraging it to burn more intensely and raise the
|
||||||
|
balloon higher and faster. The valve is currently only about one third
|
||||||
|
open.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>A pile of blankets in one corner of the basket—and that area of the
|
||||||
|
basket itself—is covered in blood. Somebody injured in the pirate attack
|
||||||
|
must have temporarily climbed into the basket looking for cover? As
|
||||||
|
you’re about to look away, something large-ish (small for a human, large
|
||||||
|
for an animal) under the blankets shifts and moves.</p>
|
||||||
|
<blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>Inky stares after Alex’s sprinting figure before shrugging and
|
||||||
|
stepping towards one of the stalls selling sandwiches bowled over by one
|
||||||
|
of the large boulders. They place some loose change on the stall’s
|
||||||
|
wooden sign that had tipped over on the ground and pocket one of the
|
||||||
|
sandwiches displayed inside an open chest oven. Next, they pick up
|
||||||
|
several of the scented candles scattered on the ground by the crash,
|
||||||
|
throwing some coins in the direction of the disoriented vendor before
|
||||||
|
continuing at a leisurely pace up the steps to the hotel, taking in the
|
||||||
|
balloonship and surrounding scenery. The members of their merry party
|
||||||
|
arriving first can hold their own as well as the fort of a hotel.</p>
|
||||||
|
</blockquote>
|
||||||
|
<p>You do a little leisurely shopping as the vendors and other shoppers
|
||||||
|
put out fires and tend to the injured. With a couple scented candles and
|
||||||
|
a sandwich safely in your pocket, you start to climb the cloud steps,
|
||||||
|
enjoying the scenery as you go. Bread and Confidence have quite a bit of
|
||||||
|
a head start on you, and are nowhere to be seen. As the stairway winds
|
||||||
|
around the mountainside, the market and its bustle recede from view, and
|
||||||
|
soon you are quite isolated and alone.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>The majesty of creation is humbling here: the endless, roiling ocean
|
||||||
|
of cloud; the towering mountain of rock. It’s as though this was the
|
||||||
|
creator’s playground when they were still trying to figure out scale.
|
||||||
|
Before they quite got it right for human-sized creatures.</p>
|
||||||
|
<p>About halfway up your climb, it starts raining sheets of paper. You
|
||||||
|
snatch one and read it. Some heroic fantasy about slaying demons and
|
||||||
|
facing great peril. You grab another. A bodice-ripping romance. Another.
|
||||||
|
A gourmand’s food tour of Basmentaria, eating their way from coast to
|
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coast. A murder mystery whodunnit. An aetherwael handler’s guide to
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interplanetary travel. How to grow your own fortified pumpkins. On the
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Care and Maintenance of Fortles. The Rise and Fall and Rise of Palace
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Runesocesius. Within a minute, you have fists full of an entire
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library’s worth of snippets and passages.</p>
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<p>It looks as though Alex will approach the hotel by balloon from the
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non-pirate side. And Inky’s approach by stair will deposit them at the
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hotel entrance, roughly pirate-adjacent.</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00217.html">www</a></p>
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<p>As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it up to the
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2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need a little bit more
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juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air rushes in feeding the
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sunspoke, causing it to burn more intensely. After setting the sunspoke
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ablaze and shouting back to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of
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his surroundings. It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving
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blankets. They seem to writhe, as though something beneath them is
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injured.</p>
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<p>Gripping the dagger firmly in one hand Alex grabs the blankets from
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the corner of the balloon basket revealing whatever lay beneath.</p>
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its little
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fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra fuel. It burns twice
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as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright yellow flame up into the
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parachute. The sunspoke starts to glow a molten red, and you start to
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rise faster.</p>
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<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the Runesocesius.
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The grand hotel is draped over the top of the mountain, clinging to it
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like a dragon resting on its hoard.</p>
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<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to the side
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of a tower on the other side of the peak from you. They have shot a
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large hole in the side of the tower, and you can see them now starting
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to zipline into the building. A thick plume of black smoke billows out
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of the side of the tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into
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the air with it. They rain down like snow. The tower must house an
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extensive library.</p>
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<p>You cautiously pull back a corner of the bloody blankets, jeweled
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dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small bloody furry blob.
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You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted face, and enormous pointed
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ears. It quickly looks away from you, chirps pathetically, and trembles
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as it cowers in place. You have found a frightened hemogoblin
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stowaway!</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/msg00219.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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