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- Player: sinatra
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- XP: 1
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- Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2
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- Equipment:
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- Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2, Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2
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- Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones
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Paths:
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---
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title: 00047
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created: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 16:51:54 -0700
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updated: Thu, 22 Dec 2022 16:51:59 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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---
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### 00047 {#00047}
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> Damn it! I should've left the little goblin in the balloon, this
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> could get tricky..
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>
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> Time slows for just the briefest of moments while Alex calculates
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> his next move. Looking at the position of the pirates he can
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> probably yeet the middlemost one away from the group into the left
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> most pirate. Best case this sends both of them sailing over the
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> edge of the ship, worst case it just slightly knocks them off
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> balance. In either event this gives me enough time to dart from
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> cover and quickly dispatch the right most pirate with Uncle's
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> dagger. I've got to sever each connection point between the
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> ecotplasm and the cybernetics, nothing quite as quick and easy as
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> flesh and blood, but a quick slice to the left most armpit, and
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> another to the right most leg right above the carotid artery should
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> do it..
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>
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> Jumping immediately to action Alex casts `yeet.middle_cyberplasm()`
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> sending the middle pirate into the left most pirate away from the
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> hemogoblin while he dashes forward to take the third right most
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> pirate by surprise. As he reaches the right most pirate he makes
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> two quick slices, first at the leg, followed by a quick upper cut
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> to the left arm.
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<!--
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Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to yeet the cyberplasm
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3 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
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Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Sysorcery 2
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//-->
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You channel some of the ambient environmental charge into your
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prepared incantation. It's comforting sometimes to peer behind the
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veil and see the world through this lens. It's so simple. The
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separation of self and other is an illusion: everything is just a
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table. The concept of time itself is simplified: coroutines prevent
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everything from happening all at once and create the illusion of
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concurrency. It's all really quite elegant.
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Anyway so the hemogoblin sidles up next to the pirates at the
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railing. It's not tall enough to see over the railing, and starts to
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kind of jump up and down, trying to catch a glimpse. The pirates look
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down at it in confusion just as the `yeet` happens, and they knock
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into each other. The leftmost one almost manages to regain its
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balance but then trips over the little blood gremlin and pitches over
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the railing. The middle pirate yelps as the startled hemogoblin darts
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between its legs to get out of the way. The pirate stumbles and then
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slips in a small puddle of blood. Its feet shoot from beneath it and
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it too tips over the railing.
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<!--
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Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to sever connections
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1 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
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Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Stabbing 2
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//-->
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The hemogoblin dashes right into the waiting arms of the rightmost
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Cyberplasm. "Gotcha, you little ... ugh! What ..." The pirate is
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starting to regret snatching up the little furball, which is
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defensively gushing blood all over it, when you make your first slice
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into its left armpit. Half its cybernetics go offline. One arm goes
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limp and it drops the hemogoblin, which scurries around and hides
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behind you. The pirate turns toward you, now full of regrets, and you
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stab into its right leg, knocking its tech completely offline and
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dispersing the ghostly energies.
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As far as you can tell, the ship is now free of Cyberplasms.
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The hemogoblin thrusts its tiny fists in the air and cheers.
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> Inky shakes out several large and very fine kerchiefs, handing two
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> each to the guides and gestures for them to cover their noses and
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> mouths with them while they perform the action themselves to
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> demonstrate.
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>
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> Donning a pair of skydiving goggles snatched from one of the souvenir
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> stalls at the gondola station while no one was looking (replacing it
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> with its approximate weight in silver coins), Inky retrieves a black
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> metal box that previously served as a portable camp stove from their
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> knapsack and removes the lid. The inside of the box is filled with
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> dry wood chips mixed with a pine green powder, and Inky throws in the
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> wicks pulled from some of the scented candles that were pushed into a
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> heater flask to melt fully during the walk up the hotel steps.
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> Finally, Inky pours another vial of foul-smelling liquid over the
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> contents, opens the door just wide enough to slide the metal box
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> through to one side of the door a few paces away.
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>
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> A mildly sweet, cloying smoke emanates from the flameless heat inside
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> the box, which begin to fill the library hall with a rapidly
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> thickening cloud. It is also taking on an acrid and slightly sooty
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> edge. Near the door, Inky fans more of the smoke in the direction of
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> the cyberplasmic apparition with a thin bound manuscript laying on
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> the floor.
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Bread, Confidence, and you all don protective gear. You push the camp
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stove through the door like an Olympic curler. It glides across the
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library floor a respectable distance considering the book debris and
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the lack of sweepers. Much more quickly than one would think
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possible, the hall is filled with a thick, sooty smoke. The
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Cyberplasm captain groans with frustration as even the short distance
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between it and the hotelier (and the crystal) becomes occluded in the
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smoke screen. The hotelier wisely doesn't make a sound as he
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disappears from view.
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Bread nudges you, grins, and gives you a thumbs up.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00234.html)
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www/index.html
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www/index.html
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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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<li><a href="#00046" id="toc-00046">00046</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00047" id="toc-00047">00047</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 44522 words / 190 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 45381 words / 193 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 165 messages posted over 162 days since the first
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<p>There have been 170 messages posted over 168 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</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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<ul>
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<li>Player: sinatra</li>
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<li>XP: 1</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2</li>
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<li>Equipment:</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2,
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Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2</li>
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<li>Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Paths:</p>
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<ul>
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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/msg00231.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00047">00047</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Damn it! I should’ve left the little goblin in the balloon, this
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could get tricky..</p>
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<p>Time slows for just the briefest of moments while Alex calculates his
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next move. Looking at the position of the pirates he can probably yeet
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the middlemost one away from the group into the left most pirate. Best
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case this sends both of them sailing over the edge of the ship, worst
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case it just slightly knocks them off balance. In either event this
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gives me enough time to dart from cover and quickly dispatch the right
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most pirate with Uncle’s dagger. I’ve got to sever each connection point
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between the ecotplasm and the cybernetics, nothing quite as quick and
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easy as flesh and blood, but a quick slice to the left most armpit, and
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another to the right most leg right above the carotid artery should do
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it..</p>
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<p>Jumping immediately to action Alex casts
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<code>yeet.middle_cyberplasm()</code> sending the middle pirate into the
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left most pirate away from the hemogoblin while he dashes forward to
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take the third right most pirate by surprise. As he reaches the right
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most pirate he makes two quick slices, first at the leg, followed by a
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quick upper cut to the left arm.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<!--
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Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to yeet the cyberplasm
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3 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
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Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Sysorcery 2
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//-->
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<p>You channel some of the ambient environmental charge into your
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prepared incantation. It’s comforting sometimes to peer behind the veil
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and see the world through this lens. It’s so simple. The separation of
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self and other is an illusion: everything is just a table. The concept
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of time itself is simplified: coroutines prevent everything from
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happening all at once and create the illusion of concurrency. It’s all
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really quite elegant.</p>
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<p>Anyway so the hemogoblin sidles up next to the pirates at the
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railing. It’s not tall enough to see over the railing, and starts to
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kind of jump up and down, trying to catch a glimpse. The pirates look
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down at it in confusion just as the <code>yeet</code> happens, and they
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knock into each other. The leftmost one almost manages to regain its
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balance but then trips over the little blood gremlin and pitches over
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the railing. The middle pirate yelps as the startled hemogoblin darts
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between its legs to get out of the way. The pirate stumbles and then
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slips in a small puddle of blood. Its feet shoot from beneath it and it
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too tips over the railing.</p>
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<!--
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Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to sever connections
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1 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
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Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Stabbing 2
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//-->
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<p>The hemogoblin dashes right into the waiting arms of the rightmost
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Cyberplasm. “Gotcha, you little … ugh! What …” The pirate is starting to
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regret snatching up the little furball, which is defensively gushing
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blood all over it, when you make your first slice into its left armpit.
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Half its cybernetics go offline. One arm goes limp and it drops the
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hemogoblin, which scurries around and hides behind you. The pirate turns
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toward you, now full of regrets, and you stab into its right leg,
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knocking its tech completely offline and dispersing the ghostly
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energies.</p>
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<p>As far as you can tell, the ship is now free of Cyberplasms.</p>
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<p>The hemogoblin thrusts its tiny fists in the air and cheers.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky shakes out several large and very fine kerchiefs, handing two
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each to the guides and gestures for them to cover their noses and mouths
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with them while they perform the action themselves to demonstrate.</p>
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<p>Donning a pair of skydiving goggles snatched from one of the souvenir
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stalls at the gondola station while no one was looking (replacing it
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with its approximate weight in silver coins), Inky retrieves a black
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metal box that previously served as a portable camp stove from their
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knapsack and removes the lid. The inside of the box is filled with dry
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wood chips mixed with a pine green powder, and Inky throws in the wicks
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pulled from some of the scented candles that were pushed into a heater
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flask to melt fully during the walk up the hotel steps. Finally, Inky
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pours another vial of foul-smelling liquid over the contents, opens the
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door just wide enough to slide the metal box through to one side of the
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door a few paces away.</p>
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<p>A mildly sweet, cloying smoke emanates from the flameless heat inside
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the box, which begin to fill the library hall with a rapidly thickening
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cloud. It is also taking on an acrid and slightly sooty edge. Near the
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door, Inky fans more of the smoke in the direction of the cyberplasmic
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apparition with a thin bound manuscript laying on the floor.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Bread, Confidence, and you all don protective gear. You push the camp
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stove through the door like an Olympic curler. It glides across the
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library floor a respectable distance considering the book debris and the
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lack of sweepers. Much more quickly than one would think possible, the
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hall is filled with a thick, sooty smoke. The Cyberplasm captain groans
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with frustration as even the short distance between it and the hotelier
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(and the crystal) becomes occluded in the smoke screen. The hotelier
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wisely doesn’t make a sound as he disappears from view.</p>
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<p>Bread nudges you, grins, and gives you a thumbs up.</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/msg00234.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>47</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<guid isPermaLink="false">47 - Thu, 22 Dec 2022 16:51:54
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-0700</guid>
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<h3 id="00047">00047</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Damn it! I should’ve left the little goblin in the balloon,
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this could get tricky..</p>
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<p>Time slows for just the briefest of moments while Alex
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calculates his next move. Looking at the position of the
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pirates he can probably yeet the middlemost one away from the
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group into the left most pirate. Best case this sends both of
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them sailing over the edge of the ship, worst case it just
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slightly knocks them off balance. In either event this gives
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me enough time to dart from cover and quickly dispatch the
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right most pirate with Uncle’s dagger. I’ve got to sever each
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connection point between the ecotplasm and the cybernetics,
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nothing quite as quick and easy as flesh and blood, but a
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quick slice to the left most armpit, and another to the right
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most leg right above the carotid artery should do it..</p>
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<p>Jumping immediately to action Alex casts
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<code>yeet.middle_cyberplasm()</code> sending the middle
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pirate into the left most pirate away from the hemogoblin
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while he dashes forward to take the third right most pirate by
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surprise. As he reaches the right most pirate he makes two
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quick slices, first at the leg, followed by a quick upper cut
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to the left arm.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<!--
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Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to yeet the cyberplasm
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3 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
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Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Sysorcery 2
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//-->
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<p>You channel some of the ambient environmental charge into
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your prepared incantation. It’s comforting sometimes to peer
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behind the veil and see the world through this lens. It’s so
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simple. The separation of self and other is an illusion:
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everything is just a table. The concept of time itself is
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simplified: coroutines prevent everything from happening all
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at once and create the illusion of concurrency. It’s all
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really quite elegant.</p>
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<p>Anyway so the hemogoblin sidles up next to the pirates at
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the railing. It’s not tall enough to see over the railing, and
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starts to kind of jump up and down, trying to catch a glimpse.
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The pirates look down at it in confusion just as the
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<code>yeet</code> happens, and they knock into each other. The
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leftmost one almost manages to regain its balance but then
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trips over the little blood gremlin and pitches over the
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railing. The middle pirate yelps as the startled hemogoblin
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darts between its legs to get out of the way. The pirate
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stumbles and then slips in a small puddle of blood. Its feet
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shoot from beneath it and it too tips over the railing.</p>
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<!--
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Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to sever connections
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1 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
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Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Stabbing 2
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//-->
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<p>The hemogoblin dashes right into the waiting arms of the
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rightmost Cyberplasm. “Gotcha, you little … ugh! What …” The
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pirate is starting to regret snatching up the little furball,
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which is defensively gushing blood all over it, when you make
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your first slice into its left armpit. Half its cybernetics go
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offline. One arm goes limp and it drops the hemogoblin, which
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scurries around and hides behind you. The pirate turns toward
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you, now full of regrets, and you stab into its right leg,
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knocking its tech completely offline and dispersing the
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ghostly energies.</p>
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<p>As far as you can tell, the ship is now free of
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Cyberplasms.</p>
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<p>The hemogoblin thrusts its tiny fists in the air and
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cheers.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Inky shakes out several large and very fine kerchiefs,
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handing two each to the guides and gestures for them to cover
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their noses and mouths with them while they perform the action
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themselves to demonstrate.</p>
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<p>Donning a pair of skydiving goggles snatched from one of
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the souvenir stalls at the gondola station while no one was
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looking (replacing it with its approximate weight in silver
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coins), Inky retrieves a black metal box that previously
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served as a portable camp stove from their knapsack and
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removes the lid. The inside of the box is filled with dry wood
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chips mixed with a pine green powder, and Inky throws in the
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wicks pulled from some of the scented candles that were pushed
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into a heater flask to melt fully during the walk up the hotel
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steps. Finally, Inky pours another vial of foul-smelling
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liquid over the contents, opens the door just wide enough to
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slide the metal box through to one side of the door a few
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paces away.</p>
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<p>A mildly sweet, cloying smoke emanates from the flameless
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heat inside the box, which begin to fill the library hall with
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a rapidly thickening cloud. It is also taking on an acrid and
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slightly sooty edge. Near the door, Inky fans more of the
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smoke in the direction of the cyberplasmic apparition with a
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thin bound manuscript laying on the floor.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Bread, Confidence, and you all don protective gear. You
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push the camp stove through the door like an Olympic curler.
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It glides across the library floor a respectable distance
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considering the book debris and the lack of sweepers. Much
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more quickly than one would think possible, the hall is filled
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with a thick, sooty smoke. The Cyberplasm captain groans with
|
||||
frustration as even the short distance between it and the
|
||||
hotelier (and the crystal) becomes occluded in the smoke
|
||||
screen. The hotelier wisely doesn’t make a sound as he
|
||||
disappears from view.</p>
|
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<p>Bread nudges you, grins, and gives you a thumbs up.</p>
|
||||
<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/msg00234.html">www</a></p>
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<![CDATA[
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<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
|
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<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his
|
||||
last request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt,
|
||||
impactful. “Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could
|
||||
even it be trusted? Was HQ compromised? His informants in
|
||||
danger? His allies and leads awash in the dark grey mist of
|
||||
uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted, cracked,
|
||||
and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasn’t
|
||||
certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy
|
||||
response had him on edge.</p>
|
||||
<p>This anxiety didn’t boil up to the surface, not a line of
|
||||
worry or hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue
|
||||
eyes. Outwardly he was just as composed as ever, but between
|
||||
these uncertainties, the loss of his uncle, and now this
|
||||
utterly strange dagger he’d found amongst his uncle’s
|
||||
belongings, he wasn’t certain how long that composure would
|
||||
last. It didn’t held that he felt this gnawing at the back of
|
||||
his mind, as though something was probing, attempting to
|
||||
communicate with him, somewhere between telepathy and utter
|
||||
magic, and not in any sense that Alex understood.</p>
|
||||
<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle’s
|
||||
allies, and very little intention to change that situation at
|
||||
the moment.</p>
|
||||
<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet
|
||||
them Alex jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but
|
||||
fluffy, ground. He cast a look around him at what appeared to
|
||||
be an ordinary port of entry, noting the crowds of people
|
||||
passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke curtly to them,
|
||||
“Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to take us,
|
||||
and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information
|
||||
only. There’s too much unnerving in an unknown situation like
|
||||
this.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>~</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Inky greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the
|
||||
second toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no
|
||||
cheese.”</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch
|
||||
of embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets,
|
||||
presumably looking for a morsel of cheese to share with the
|
||||
travelers, but finding none. They groan miserably. Confidence
|
||||
butts in apologetically, “There will be plenty of food at the
|
||||
hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue perhaps? Kelsun
|
||||
Peak’s famous liquid gold!”</p>
|
||||
<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread
|
||||
answers Alex. Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement.
|
||||
“But I suppose technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points
|
||||
up at the sky, in the general direction of the summit of
|
||||
Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to Palace Runesocesius.”
|
||||
They thumb over their shoulder in the general direction of the
|
||||
stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
|
||||
<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A
|
||||
Ginnarak Crystal! I can’t hardly believe it! Thought they had
|
||||
all been lost to the ages. I hear it’s complete dumb random
|
||||
luck that this one turned up. Story is, an aetherwael beached
|
||||
itself on some wide zephynos boulevard. Happens sometimes.
|
||||
Poor things can’t distinguish between clouds and cloudstuff. I
|
||||
don’t blame ’em! At a distance, you and me can’t either!
|
||||
Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side.
|
||||
Dratted poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be
|
||||
dashed to a thousand pieces on the rocks below. But it had a
|
||||
harpoon in its side and was trailing behind it a float bag
|
||||
tethered to the harpoon. And you probably already guessed what
|
||||
was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes their brief
|
||||
story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
|
||||
excitement.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an
|
||||
attempt to restore decorum. Both of the toques have been
|
||||
gently herding you toward the base of the stairs this whole
|
||||
time. “You know how the zephynos are. You could give them all
|
||||
the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless like a
|
||||
Ginnarak Crystal, and they’d just as quickly misplace it out
|
||||
of carelessness. If it’s not a cloud they can sculpt into the
|
||||
shape of seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature,
|
||||
they just don’t give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind
|
||||
of the aetherwael and found out about the crystal before they
|
||||
managed to lose it, or bury it inside of a sculpture or
|
||||
something silly! He has it safe and sound in the library up at
|
||||
Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
|
||||
sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking
|
||||
the solid cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited
|
||||
to greet you!”</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00193.html">www</a></p>
|
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<title>39</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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<title>41</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">41 - Wed, 14 Dec 2022 17:50:38
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<guid isPermaLink="false">45 - Tue, 20 Dec 2022 10:15:23
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-0700</guid>
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<pubDate>Wed, 14 Dec 2022 17:50:44 -0700</pubDate>
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2022 09:29:11 -0700</pubDate>
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<description>
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<![CDATA[
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<h3 id="00041">00041</h3>
|
||||
<h3 id="00045">00045</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Alex grips the encoded message he received in reply to his
|
||||
last request firmly in his coat pocket. It was simple, curt,
|
||||
impactful. “Trust no one”. Which begged the question, could
|
||||
even it be trusted? Was HQ compromised? His informants in
|
||||
danger? His allies and leads awash in the dark grey mist of
|
||||
uncertainity. Or had his message been intercepted, cracked,
|
||||
and a farsical response been sent in its place. Alex wasn’t
|
||||
certain which, but the strange format and unusually speedy
|
||||
response had him on edge.</p>
|
||||
<p>This anxiety didn’t boil up to the surface, not a line of
|
||||
worry or hint of the inner turbulence broke his cold blue
|
||||
eyes. Outwardly he was just as composed as ever, but between
|
||||
these uncertainties, the loss of his uncle, and now this
|
||||
utterly strange dagger he’d found amongst his uncle’s
|
||||
belongings, he wasn’t certain how long that composure would
|
||||
last. It didn’t held that he felt this gnawing at the back of
|
||||
his mind, as though something was probing, attempting to
|
||||
communicate with him, somewhere between telepathy and utter
|
||||
magic, and not in any sense that Alex understood.</p>
|
||||
<p>And here he stood, a stranger amongst amidst his uncle’s
|
||||
allies, and very little intention to change that situation at
|
||||
the moment.</p>
|
||||
<p>As the gondola touched down and the Toques rushed to greet
|
||||
them Alex jumped blithely off the ship and onto firm, but
|
||||
fluffy, ground. He cast a look around him at what appeared to
|
||||
be an ordinary port of entry, noting the crowds of people
|
||||
passing by. As the Toques arrived Alex spoke curtly to them,
|
||||
“Who sends you to greet us, and where do you wish to take us,
|
||||
and by what means do we travel?”. Short, cut, information
|
||||
only. There’s too much unnerving in an unknown situation like
|
||||
this.</p>
|
||||
<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>~</p>
|
||||
<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 greets the toques in turn politely, then turns to the
|
||||
second toque and says, “A little bit of bread and no
|
||||
cheese.”</p>
|
||||
<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>“Cheese?” Bread cocks their head looks at Inky with a touch
|
||||
of embarrassment. They start patting at their pockets,
|
||||
presumably looking for a morsel of cheese to share with the
|
||||
travelers, but finding none. They groan miserably. Confidence
|
||||
butts in apologetically, “There will be plenty of food at the
|
||||
hotel if you want some! Some delicious fondue perhaps? Kelsun
|
||||
Peak’s famous liquid gold!”</p>
|
||||
<p>“Blavin Blandfoot arranged for us to meet you,” Bread
|
||||
answers Alex. Confidence nods enthusiastically in agreement.
|
||||
“But I suppose technically the hotelier sent us.” Bread points
|
||||
up at the sky, in the general direction of the summit of
|
||||
Kelsun Peak. “We are to escort you to Palace Runesocesius.”
|
||||
They thumb over their shoulder in the general direction of the
|
||||
stairs. “By way of the cloud steps. On foot.”</p>
|
||||
<p>Confidence leans in close and lowers their voice. “A
|
||||
Ginnarak Crystal! I can’t hardly believe it! Thought they had
|
||||
all been lost to the ages. I hear it’s complete dumb random
|
||||
luck that this one turned up. Story is, an aetherwael beached
|
||||
itself on some wide zephynos boulevard. Happens sometimes.
|
||||
Poor things can’t distinguish between clouds and cloudstuff. I
|
||||
don’t blame ’em! At a distance, you and me can’t either!
|
||||
Anyway, this aetherwael has got a harpoon stuck in its side.
|
||||
Dratted poachers. May they all fall out of the sky and be
|
||||
dashed to a thousand pieces on the rocks below. But it had a
|
||||
harpoon in its side and was trailing behind it a float bag
|
||||
tethered to the harpoon. And you probably already guessed what
|
||||
was inside of it!” By the time Confidence finishes their brief
|
||||
story, they are trembling and nearly breathless with
|
||||
excitement.</p>
|
||||
<p>“Anyway,” Bread interrupts their excited companion in an
|
||||
attempt to restore decorum. Both of the toques have been
|
||||
gently herding you toward the base of the stairs this whole
|
||||
time. “You know how the zephynos are. You could give them all
|
||||
the coin in Basmentaria, or something priceless like a
|
||||
Ginnarak Crystal, and they’d just as quickly misplace it out
|
||||
of carelessness. If it’s not a cloud they can sculpt into the
|
||||
shape of seussomorph or the likeness of some fantasy creature,
|
||||
they just don’t give a fig. Luckily the hotelier caught wind
|
||||
of the aetherwael and found out about the crystal before they
|
||||
managed to lose it, or bury it inside of a sculpture or
|
||||
something silly! He has it safe and sound in the library up at
|
||||
Runesocesius now.” Bread climbs the first step, his foot
|
||||
sinking barely a centimeter into wispy cloud before striking
|
||||
the solid cloudstuff. “Come! The hotelier will be very excited
|
||||
to greet you!”</p>
|
||||
<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/msg00193.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00227.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
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|
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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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-0700</guid>
|
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<pubDate>Thu, 22 Dec 2022 09:29:11 -0700</pubDate>
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<description>
|
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<![CDATA[
|
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<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
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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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<title>38</title>
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<author>dozens@tilde.team (dozens)</author>
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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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<li><a href="#00046" id="toc-00046">00046</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00047" id="toc-00047">00047</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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</ul>
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</nav>
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<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 44522 words / 190 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 45381 words / 193 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
|
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length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
|
||||
just the story.)</p>
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<p>There have been 165 messages posted over 162 days since the first
|
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<p>There have been 170 messages posted over 168 days since the first
|
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</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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@ -366,8 +367,9 @@ he can slip by.</p>
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<ul>
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<li>Player: sinatra</li>
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<li>XP: 1</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2</li>
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<li>Equipment:</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2,
|
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Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2</li>
|
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<li>Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones</li>
|
||||
</ul>
|
||||
<p>Paths:</p>
|
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<ul>
|
||||
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@ -5159,6 +5161,99 @@ airship shifts as it starts to drift, suddenly unmoored.</p>
|
|||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00231.html">www</a></p>
|
||||
<h3 id="00047">00047</h3>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Damn it! I should’ve left the little goblin in the balloon, this
|
||||
could get tricky..</p>
|
||||
<p>Time slows for just the briefest of moments while Alex calculates his
|
||||
next move. Looking at the position of the pirates he can probably yeet
|
||||
the middlemost one away from the group into the left most pirate. Best
|
||||
case this sends both of them sailing over the edge of the ship, worst
|
||||
case it just slightly knocks them off balance. In either event this
|
||||
gives me enough time to dart from cover and quickly dispatch the right
|
||||
most pirate with Uncle’s dagger. I’ve got to sever each connection point
|
||||
between the ecotplasm and the cybernetics, nothing quite as quick and
|
||||
easy as flesh and blood, but a quick slice to the left most armpit, and
|
||||
another to the right most leg right above the carotid artery should do
|
||||
it..</p>
|
||||
<p>Jumping immediately to action Alex casts
|
||||
<code>yeet.middle_cyberplasm()</code> sending the middle pirate into the
|
||||
left most pirate away from the hemogoblin while he dashes forward to
|
||||
take the third right most pirate by surprise. As he reaches the right
|
||||
most pirate he makes two quick slices, first at the leg, followed by a
|
||||
quick upper cut to the left arm.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<!--
|
||||
Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to yeet the cyberplasm
|
||||
3 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
|
||||
Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Sysorcery 2
|
||||
//-->
|
||||
<p>You channel some of the ambient environmental charge into your
|
||||
prepared incantation. It’s comforting sometimes to peer behind the veil
|
||||
and see the world through this lens. It’s so simple. The separation of
|
||||
self and other is an illusion: everything is just a table. The concept
|
||||
of time itself is simplified: coroutines prevent everything from
|
||||
happening all at once and create the illusion of concurrency. It’s all
|
||||
really quite elegant.</p>
|
||||
<p>Anyway so the hemogoblin sidles up next to the pirates at the
|
||||
railing. It’s not tall enough to see over the railing, and starts to
|
||||
kind of jump up and down, trying to catch a glimpse. The pirates look
|
||||
down at it in confusion just as the <code>yeet</code> happens, and they
|
||||
knock into each other. The leftmost one almost manages to regain its
|
||||
balance but then trips over the little blood gremlin and pitches over
|
||||
the railing. The middle pirate yelps as the startled hemogoblin darts
|
||||
between its legs to get out of the way. The pirate stumbles and then
|
||||
slips in a small puddle of blood. Its feet shoot from beneath it and it
|
||||
too tips over the railing.</p>
|
||||
<!--
|
||||
Alex rolls Do Anything 1 to sever connections
|
||||
1 = Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.
|
||||
Spend 1 xp to pass and gain Stabbing 2
|
||||
//-->
|
||||
<p>The hemogoblin dashes right into the waiting arms of the rightmost
|
||||
Cyberplasm. “Gotcha, you little … ugh! What …” The pirate is starting to
|
||||
regret snatching up the little furball, which is defensively gushing
|
||||
blood all over it, when you make your first slice into its left armpit.
|
||||
Half its cybernetics go offline. One arm goes limp and it drops the
|
||||
hemogoblin, which scurries around and hides behind you. The pirate turns
|
||||
toward you, now full of regrets, and you stab into its right leg,
|
||||
knocking its tech completely offline and dispersing the ghostly
|
||||
energies.</p>
|
||||
<p>As far as you can tell, the ship is now free of Cyberplasms.</p>
|
||||
<p>The hemogoblin thrusts its tiny fists in the air and cheers.</p>
|
||||
<blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Inky shakes out several large and very fine kerchiefs, handing two
|
||||
each to the guides and gestures for them to cover their noses and mouths
|
||||
with them while they perform the action themselves to demonstrate.</p>
|
||||
<p>Donning a pair of skydiving goggles snatched from one of the souvenir
|
||||
stalls at the gondola station while no one was looking (replacing it
|
||||
with its approximate weight in silver coins), Inky retrieves a black
|
||||
metal box that previously served as a portable camp stove from their
|
||||
knapsack and removes the lid. The inside of the box is filled with dry
|
||||
wood chips mixed with a pine green powder, and Inky throws in the wicks
|
||||
pulled from some of the scented candles that were pushed into a heater
|
||||
flask to melt fully during the walk up the hotel steps. Finally, Inky
|
||||
pours another vial of foul-smelling liquid over the contents, opens the
|
||||
door just wide enough to slide the metal box through to one side of the
|
||||
door a few paces away.</p>
|
||||
<p>A mildly sweet, cloying smoke emanates from the flameless heat inside
|
||||
the box, which begin to fill the library hall with a rapidly thickening
|
||||
cloud. It is also taking on an acrid and slightly sooty edge. Near the
|
||||
door, Inky fans more of the smoke in the direction of the cyberplasmic
|
||||
apparition with a thin bound manuscript laying on the floor.</p>
|
||||
</blockquote>
|
||||
<p>Bread, Confidence, and you all don protective gear. You push the camp
|
||||
stove through the door like an Olympic curler. It glides across the
|
||||
library floor a respectable distance considering the book debris and the
|
||||
lack of sweepers. Much more quickly than one would think possible, the
|
||||
hall is filled with a thick, sooty smoke. The Cyberplasm captain groans
|
||||
with frustration as even the short distance between it and the hotelier
|
||||
(and the crystal) becomes occluded in the smoke screen. The hotelier
|
||||
wisely doesn’t make a sound as he disappears from view.</p>
|
||||
<p>Bread nudges you, grins, and gives you a thumbs up.</p>
|
||||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||||
<p><a
|
||||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00234.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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|
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