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title: 00045
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created: Tue, 20 Dec 2022 10:15:23 -0700
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updated: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 09:29:11 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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### 00045 {#00045}
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> As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute little
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> hemogoblin appears. "Aww little fellas just scared." Alex lowers
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> the dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin. Best to leave it
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> be for now, there's more important things.
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>
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> As the balloon gets within range of the ship Alex begins to scan
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> the deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his bug to
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> track the location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It looks like
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> there may be an opporunity to jump from the balloon to the ship.
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> After that cutting the zip lines would give me the opporunity to
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> steal the ship, leaving the cyberplasms trapped at the top of the
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> hotel.
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Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship. The vast
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majority of them have zipped into the hotel tower.
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You check your bug's feed. It has gone almost entirely unnoticed in
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the fracas, and you are able to piece together a clear picture of the
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inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand library, its galleries
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spanning each floor of the tower. One of the largest collections in
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all of Basmentaria.
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The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and are pouring
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into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to see a rail-thin,
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bald and mustachioed man standing defensively in front of a display
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case. "No! You can't!" he exclaims as a disembodied sickle approaches
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him in a cloud of electricity and ectoplasm.
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Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of rock the
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size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.
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> Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked up along
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> the path up to read later, including a number that from a cursory
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> glance appear to be from a culinary collection and a few from some
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> moth-eaten but finely illustrated botanical tome, among others.
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>
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> Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and manages
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> to catch a frantic-looking attendant near the reception to ask the
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> whereabouts of the hotelier, indicating they had a business
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> appointment with said manager.
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You walk in through the hotel's main entrance. The grandeur would
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take your breath away were it not for the shouting and the smoke and
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the explosions coming from down the hall to your right.
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You wave down a passing hotel clerk and inquire after the hotelier.
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They are hauling a large bucket of hot water, and carrying an
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oversized bundle of clean towels under one arm. They pause for a
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moment to look at you incredulously before running off in the
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opposite direction.
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A cry rings out nearby and a Cyberplasm flies through an open door
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down the hallway. It lands in a heap of crackling energy, smears of
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ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it were bleeding heavily. It
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seems to be barely held together by the energy stored in its
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cybernetic leg and a metal skull plate.
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It scoots backwards on its hands and its butt, trying to stand up.
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Two toques leap out of the door after it. You recognize Bread and
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Confidence right away.
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Bread has obviously been to the kitchens. They are wearing tin baking
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sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as makeshift armor, and
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have a couple of dangerous looking kitchen knives hanging from their
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belt. At the moment they are swinging a large meat tenderizer over
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their head as though it were a war hammer.
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Confidence, meanwhile, has been to the gardener's shed. They are
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wearing a heavy leather apron and thick leather gloves, and have a
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trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or rake strapped to their back.
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Bread lowers their hammer on Cyberplasms head, denting the skull
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plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands at the leg.
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As soon as the prosthetics go offline and the plasmic arcs cease
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firing, there is nothing left holding the ectoplasm together and the
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ghost kind of dissipates into the air with a soft wail.
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They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing their
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offensive stances. "Oh!" cries Bread. "It's you!"
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"You don't happen," asks Confidence, "to need a guide, do you?"
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00227.html)
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@ -253,6 +253,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</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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<li><a href="#00045" id="toc-00045">00045</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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@ -262,11 +263,11 @@ 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: 42782 words / 182 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 43487 words / 185 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 155 messages posted over 160 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</p>
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<p>There have been 159 messages posted over 162 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .98.</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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@ -4903,6 +4904,77 @@ 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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<h3 id="00045">00045</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute little
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hemogoblin appears. “Aww little fellas just scared.” Alex lowers the
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dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin. Best to leave it be for
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now, there’s more important things.</p>
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<p>As the balloon gets within range of the ship Alex begins to scan the
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deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his bug to track the
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location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It looks like there may be an
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opporunity to jump from the balloon to the ship. After that cutting the
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zip lines would give me the opporunity to steal the ship, leaving the
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cyberplasms trapped at the top of the hotel.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship. The vast
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majority of them have zipped into the hotel tower.</p>
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<p>You check your bug’s feed. It has gone almost entirely unnoticed in
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the fracas, and you are able to piece together a clear picture of the
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inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand library, its galleries
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spanning each floor of the tower. One of the largest collections in all
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of Basmentaria.</p>
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<p>The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and are pouring
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into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to see a rail-thin, bald
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and mustachioed man standing defensively in front of a display case.
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“No! You can’t!” he exclaims as a disembodied sickle approaches him in a
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cloud of electricity and ectoplasm.</p>
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<p>Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of rock the
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size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked up along
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the path up to read later, including a number that from a cursory glance
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appear to be from a culinary collection and a few from some moth-eaten
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but finely illustrated botanical tome, among others.</p>
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<p>Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and manages to
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catch a frantic-looking attendant near the reception to ask the
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whereabouts of the hotelier, indicating they had a business appointment
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with said manager.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You walk in through the hotel’s main entrance. The grandeur would
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take your breath away were it not for the shouting and the smoke and the
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explosions coming from down the hall to your right.</p>
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<p>You wave down a passing hotel clerk and inquire after the hotelier.
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They are hauling a large bucket of hot water, and carrying an oversized
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bundle of clean towels under one arm. They pause for a moment to look at
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you incredulously before running off in the opposite direction.</p>
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<p>A cry rings out nearby and a Cyberplasm flies through an open door
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down the hallway. It lands in a heap of crackling energy, smears of
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ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it were bleeding heavily. It
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seems to be barely held together by the energy stored in its cybernetic
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leg and a metal skull plate.</p>
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<p>It scoots backwards on its hands and its butt, trying to stand up.
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Two toques leap out of the door after it. You recognize Bread and
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Confidence right away.</p>
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<p>Bread has obviously been to the kitchens. They are wearing tin baking
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sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as makeshift armor, and have
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a couple of dangerous looking kitchen knives hanging from their belt. At
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the moment they are swinging a large meat tenderizer over their head as
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though it were a war hammer.</p>
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<p>Confidence, meanwhile, has been to the gardener’s shed. They are
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wearing a heavy leather apron and thick leather gloves, and have a
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trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or rake strapped to their back.</p>
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<p>Bread lowers their hammer on Cyberplasms head, denting the skull
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plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands at the leg. As
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soon as the prosthetics go offline and the plasmic arcs cease firing,
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there is nothing left holding the ectoplasm together and the ghost kind
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of dissipates into the air with a soft wail.</p>
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<p>They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing their
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offensive stances. “Oh!” cries Bread. “It’s you!”</p>
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<p>“You don’t happen,” asks Confidence, “to need a guide, do 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/msg00227.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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<title>44</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<p>As Alex spots the sunspoke valve he grabs it and cranks it
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up to the 2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need
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a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air
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rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more
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intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back
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to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings.
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It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving blankets.
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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
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blankets from the corner of the balloon basket revealing
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whatever lay beneath.</p>
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its
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little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra
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fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright
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yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to
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glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.</p>
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<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the
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Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the
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mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its
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hoard.</p>
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<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to
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the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you.
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They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you
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can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A
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thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the
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tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air
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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,
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jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small
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bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted
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face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from
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you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place.
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You have found a frightened hemogoblin 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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<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
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up to the 2/3 mark. “Sorry little friend, we’re going to need
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a little bit more juice”. The baloon lurches upwards as air
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rushes in feeding the sunspoke, causing it to burn more
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intensely. After setting the sunspoke ablaze and shouting back
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to the balloon’s owner Alex takes account of his surroundings.
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It’s during this time he spots the bloodied, moving blankets.
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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
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blankets from the corner of the balloon basket revealing
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whatever lay beneath.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>The sunspoke stretches its little arms and wriggles its
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little fingers. It sighs happily, luxuriating in the extra
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fuel. It burns twice as bright, shooting a hot jet of bright
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yellow flame up into the parachute. The sunspoke starts to
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glow a molten red, and you start to rise faster.</p>
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<p>As you rise up over the peak, you can finally spot the
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Runesocesius. The grand hotel is draped over the top of the
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mountain, clinging to it like a dragon resting on its
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hoard.</p>
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<p>The “cyberplasms” as Confidence called them have docked to
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the side of a tower on the other side of the peak from you.
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They have shot a large hole in the side of the tower, and you
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can see them now starting to zipline into the building. A
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thick plume of black smoke billows out of the side of the
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tower, carrying pages and pages of loose paper into the air
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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,
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jeweled dagger raised and ready to strike. You reveal a small
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bloody furry blob. You see two big round eyes, a short-snouted
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face, and enormous pointed ears. It quickly looks away from
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you, chirps pathetically, and trembles as it cowers in place.
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You have found a frightened hemogoblin 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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<title>39</title>
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<title>45</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">45 - Tue, 20 Dec 2022 10:15:23
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<h3 id="00045">00045</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute
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little hemogoblin appears. “Aww little fellas just scared.”
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Alex lowers the dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin.
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Best to leave it be for now, there’s more important
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things.</p>
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<p>As the balloon gets within range of the ship Alex begins to
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scan the deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his
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bug to track the location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It
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looks like there may be an opporunity to jump from the balloon
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to the ship. After that cutting the zip lines would give me
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the opporunity to steal the ship, leaving the cyberplasms
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trapped at the top of the hotel.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship.
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The vast majority of them have zipped into the hotel
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tower.</p>
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<p>You check your bug’s feed. It has gone almost entirely
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unnoticed in the fracas, and you are able to piece together a
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clear picture of the inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand
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library, its galleries spanning each floor of the tower. One
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of the largest collections in all of Basmentaria.</p>
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<p>The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and
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are pouring into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to
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see a rail-thin, bald and mustachioed man standing defensively
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in front of a display case. “No! You can’t!” he exclaims as a
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disembodied sickle approaches him in a cloud of electricity
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and ectoplasm.</p>
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<p>Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of
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rock the size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked
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up along the path up to read later, including a number that
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from a cursory glance appear to be from a culinary collection
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and a few from some moth-eaten but finely illustrated
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botanical tome, among others.</p>
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<p>Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and
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manages to catch a frantic-looking attendant near the
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reception to ask the whereabouts of the hotelier, indicating
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they had a business appointment with said manager.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You walk in through the hotel’s main entrance. The grandeur
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would take your breath away were it not for the shouting and
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the smoke and the explosions coming from down the hall to your
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right.</p>
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<p>You wave down a passing hotel clerk and inquire after the
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hotelier. They are hauling a large bucket of hot water, and
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carrying an oversized bundle of clean towels under one arm.
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They pause for a moment to look at you incredulously before
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running off in the opposite direction.</p>
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<p>A cry rings out nearby and a Cyberplasm flies through an
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open door down the hallway. It lands in a heap of crackling
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energy, smears of ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it
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were bleeding heavily. It seems to be barely held together by
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the energy stored in its cybernetic leg and a metal skull
|
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plate.</p>
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<p>It scoots backwards on its hands and its butt, trying to
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stand up. Two toques leap out of the door after it. You
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recognize Bread and Confidence right away.</p>
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<p>Bread has obviously been to the kitchens. They are wearing
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tin baking sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as
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makeshift armor, and have a couple of dangerous looking
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kitchen knives hanging from their belt. At the moment they are
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swinging a large meat tenderizer over their head as though it
|
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were a war hammer.</p>
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<p>Confidence, meanwhile, has been to the gardener’s shed.
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They are wearing a heavy leather apron and thick leather
|
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gloves, and have a trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or
|
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rake strapped to their back.</p>
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<p>Bread lowers their hammer on Cyberplasms head, denting the
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skull plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands
|
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at the leg. As soon as the prosthetics go offline and the
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plasmic arcs cease firing, there is nothing left holding the
|
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ectoplasm together and the ghost kind of dissipates into the
|
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air with a soft wail.</p>
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<p>They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing
|
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their offensive stances. “Oh!” cries Bread. “It’s you!”</p>
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<p>“You don’t happen,” asks Confidence, “to need a guide, do
|
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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/msg00227.html">www</a></p>
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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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@ -253,6 +253,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</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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<li><a href="#00045" id="toc-00045">00045</a></li>
|
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</ul></li>
|
||||
<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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|
|
@ -265,11 +266,11 @@ id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
|
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</ul>
|
||||
</nav>
|
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
|
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<p>Total length: 42782 words / 182 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
||||
<p>Total length: 43487 words / 185 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
||||
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
|
||||
just the story.)</p>
|
||||
<p>There have been 155 messages posted over 160 days since the first
|
||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</p>
|
||||
<p>There have been 159 messages posted over 162 days since the first
|
||||
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .98.</p>
|
||||
<h2 id="about">About</h2>
|
||||
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
|
||||
email.</p>
|
||||
|
|
@ -4906,6 +4907,77 @@ stowaway!</p>
|
|||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00219.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
<h3 id="00045">00045</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>As the blankets draw back from the bloody mass, a cute little
|
||||
hemogoblin appears. “Aww little fellas just scared.” Alex lowers the
|
||||
dagger, but otherwise ignores the hemogoblin. Best to leave it be for
|
||||
now, there’s more important things.</p>
|
||||
<p>As the balloon gets within range of the ship Alex begins to scan the
|
||||
deck for Cyberplasms. At the same time he checks his bug to track the
|
||||
location of the cyberplasms more acutely. It looks like there may be an
|
||||
opporunity to jump from the balloon to the ship. After that cutting the
|
||||
zip lines would give me the opporunity to steal the ship, leaving the
|
||||
cyberplasms trapped at the top of the hotel.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship. The vast
|
||||
majority of them have zipped into the hotel tower.</p>
|
||||
<p>You check your bug’s feed. It has gone almost entirely unnoticed in
|
||||
the fracas, and you are able to piece together a clear picture of the
|
||||
inside of the tower. It is indeed a grand library, its galleries
|
||||
spanning each floor of the tower. One of the largest collections in all
|
||||
of Basmentaria.</p>
|
||||
<p>The Cyberplasms have breached the tower near its base and are pouring
|
||||
into the Great Hall. You tune in just in time to see a rail-thin, bald
|
||||
and mustachioed man standing defensively in front of a display case.
|
||||
“No! You can’t!” he exclaims as a disembodied sickle approaches him in a
|
||||
cloud of electricity and ectoplasm.</p>
|
||||
<p>Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of rock the
|
||||
size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Inky puts away the papers they caught in passing or picked up along
|
||||
the path up to read later, including a number that from a cursory glance
|
||||
appear to be from a culinary collection and a few from some moth-eaten
|
||||
but finely illustrated botanical tome, among others.</p>
|
||||
<p>Eventually arriving at the hotel entrance, Inky enters and manages to
|
||||
catch a frantic-looking attendant near the reception to ask the
|
||||
whereabouts of the hotelier, indicating they had a business appointment
|
||||
with said manager.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>You walk in through the hotel’s main entrance. The grandeur would
|
||||
take your breath away were it not for the shouting and the smoke and the
|
||||
explosions coming from down the hall to your right.</p>
|
||||
<p>You wave down a passing hotel clerk and inquire after the hotelier.
|
||||
They are hauling a large bucket of hot water, and carrying an oversized
|
||||
bundle of clean towels under one arm. They pause for a moment to look at
|
||||
you incredulously before running off in the opposite direction.</p>
|
||||
<p>A cry rings out nearby and a Cyberplasm flies through an open door
|
||||
down the hallway. It lands in a heap of crackling energy, smears of
|
||||
ectoplasm streaking the floor as though it were bleeding heavily. It
|
||||
seems to be barely held together by the energy stored in its cybernetic
|
||||
leg and a metal skull plate.</p>
|
||||
<p>It scoots backwards on its hands and its butt, trying to stand up.
|
||||
Two toques leap out of the door after it. You recognize Bread and
|
||||
Confidence right away.</p>
|
||||
<p>Bread has obviously been to the kitchens. They are wearing tin baking
|
||||
sheets and an oversized pot on their heard as makeshift armor, and have
|
||||
a couple of dangerous looking kitchen knives hanging from their belt. At
|
||||
the moment they are swinging a large meat tenderizer over their head as
|
||||
though it were a war hammer.</p>
|
||||
<p>Confidence, meanwhile, has been to the gardener’s shed. They are
|
||||
wearing a heavy leather apron and thick leather gloves, and have a
|
||||
trowel in each hand, and a large hoe or rake strapped to their back.</p>
|
||||
<p>Bread lowers their hammer on Cyberplasms head, denting the skull
|
||||
plate. And Confidence darts in and stabs with both hands at the leg. As
|
||||
soon as the prosthetics go offline and the plasmic arcs cease firing,
|
||||
there is nothing left holding the ectoplasm together and the ghost kind
|
||||
of dissipates into the air with a soft wail.</p>
|
||||
<p>They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing their
|
||||
offensive stances. “Oh!” cries Bread. “It’s you!”</p>
|
||||
<p>“You don’t happen,” asks Confidence, “to need a guide, do you?”</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00227.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
|
||||
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
|
||||
<dt>
|
||||
|
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|
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