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 ---
 title: 00045
 created: Tue, 20 Dec 2022 10:15:23 -0700
 updated: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 09:29:11 -0700
 syndicated: yes
 public: yes
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 ### 00045 {#00045}
 > 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.
 > 
 > 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.
 Just a few Cyberplasms remain on the deck of the airship. The vast
 majority of them have zipped into the hotel tower.
 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.
 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.
 Behind the glass in the display case is a bluish hunk of rock the
 size of a melon, with gently pulsing gold veins.
 > 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.
 > 
 > 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.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 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.
 They look up and notice you at the same time, relaxing their
 offensive stances. "Oh!" cries Bread. "It's you!"
 "You don't happen," asks Confidence, "to need a guide, do you?"
 WHAT DO YOU DO
 [www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00227.html)
--- a/www/index.html
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@ -253,6 +253,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</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>
 <li><a href="#00045" id="toc-00045">00045</a></li>
 </ul></li>
 <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
 <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -262,11 +263,11 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
 </ul>
 </nav>
 <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
-<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
+<p>There have been 159 messages posted over 162 days since the first
-post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</p>
+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>
@ -4903,6 +4904,77 @@ 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>
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          <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>
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          <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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          <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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          <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>
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      <author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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@ -253,6 +253,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</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>
 <li><a href="#00045" id="toc-00045">00045</a></li>
 </ul></li>
 <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
 <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -265,11 +266,11 @@ id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
 </ul>
 </nav>
 <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
-<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
+<p>There have been 159 messages posted over 162 days since the first
-post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of .96.</p>
+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>