diff --git a/src/notes.md b/src/notes.md index db223a0..0632ffd 100644 --- a/src/notes.md +++ b/src/notes.md @@ -73,18 +73,20 @@ todo: **CALENDAR** -The period of Moonmoon's rotation is 10 days. -This is a week. +Time in Basmentaria is reckoned by the moons: green Selene, dark Moonmoon, and red Lua. -The period of Selene's rotation is 30 days (3 weeks). +The period of Moonmoon's revolution is 10 days. +This is a week, or a *tenday*. + +The period of Selene's revolution is 30 days (3 weeks). This is a month. -The period of Lua's rotation is 360 days (12 months). +The period of Lua's revolution is 360 days (12 months). This is a year. -Days of the week are divided into godsdays, moondays, earthdays, and 'Tensday'. +Days of the week are divided into godsdays (Nedsday, Nullday, Lianday), moondays (Monday, Selday, Luday), earthdays (Primeday, Agenday, Ginnday), and 'Tensday'. -| Day of Month | Day of Week | Name | Moonmoon | Selene | +| Day of Month | Day of Week | Day Name | Moonmoon | Selene | |--------------|-------------|----------|-----------------|-----------------| | 1 | 1 | Nedsday | 1st quarter | 1st quarter | | 2 | 2 | Nullday | waxing gibbous | 1st quarter | @@ -122,18 +124,33 @@ The year is defined by Lua, the Red Lady's phases: | # | Name | Lua | Season | |------|-----------------|-----------------|--------| -| 1 | Unare | 1ST QUARTER | Spring | +| 1 | Unare | 1ST quarter | Spring | | 2 | Tornare | waxing gibbous | Spring | | 3 | Ternare | waxing gibbous | Spring | | 4 | Qatthai | FULL | Summer | | 5 | Pethai | waning gibbous | Summer | | 6 | Sestoren | waning gibbous | Summer | -| 7 | Hestur | 3RD QUATER | Autumn | +| 7 | Hestur | 3RD quarter | Autumn | | 8 | Oktober | waning crescent | Autumn | | 9 | Nongogl | waning crescent | Autumn | | 10 | Dekgogl | NEW | Winter | | 11 | Elfswel | waxing crescent | Winter | | 12 | Dozwel | waxing crescent | Winter | +There are Seasonal Holidays: + +1. Candlemas: Tornare 2. Thaw, start of spring, groundhog day, ewes milk +2. Oistar: Ternare 15. Spring Equinox, Easter, etc +3. Beltine: Pethai 1. May Day, Bonefire Festival, Wickerman +4. Midsomer: Pethai 15. Summer Solstice, long days short nights +5. Loafmas: Oktober 1. First harvest, bread festival +6. Ap Modron: Oktober 15. Autumn equinox, Second Harvest, abundance, preparation for winter +7. Jackoween: Dekgogl 24. Halloween! Witchery and devilry, Third Harvest, Day of the Dead +8. Yuletide: Dozwel 15. Winter solstice, midwinter, saturnalia, holly and ivy + +The Common Era (CE) is defined by the end of the Artifice Wars, and the time before it is referred to as Before Common Era (BCE). + +It is currently year 1440 of the common era. + diff --git a/www/index.html b/www/index.html index e5b0073..7f82b0f 100644 --- a/www/index.html +++ b/www/index.html @@ -357,7 +357,7 @@ Teale
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-There have been 202 messages posted over 191 days since the first +
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- Alex lifts his teacup and sips the fragrantly tea,
- “perfumed of rosehips, and cardamum? An interesting choice. I
- appreciate it Inky, these past few days have been terribly
- rough, and I’m rather tired of field rations.” Alex takes a
- sip, and then continues hurridly. “I’ve been monitoring the
- Bazar, we are in grave danger. It started with just me, but I
- fear it’s bled over to everyone here at the Milk Market. I
- can’t be entirely certain.” Alex looks worriedly at Inky. “There’s a lot going on here.
- As soon as we got back from Kelsun I was sent on an
- assignment, normally not an issue, but they wanted me to level
- 3 of the busiest coffee shops in the bazar. I planted those
- bombs, alongside listening devices, and then I bugged out. My
- team appears to have been assigned equally bizarre
- assignments, all rather violent messy things. A lot of
- innocent lives are on the line here.” “We dropped off the grid, I’ve got an isolated listening
- post in the sewers here, it’s heavily reinforced and that’s
- where I’ve been hiding out, but I’m not certain it’s safe.
- Agent 5 found a melon vendor dead in the market, and this
- vendor was specifically seeking out the Milk Market, looking
- for us. I believe it may be an assassin, could be from HQ,
- could be from Blavin. It’s entirely opaque to me.” “As far as I can tell, my agents are all loyal to me,
- there’s 5 of them in total, 6 if you count me. We could man
- the ship and get the hell out of here in a few hours, and it
- may be our best chance. But there’s the iris letter we need to
- attend to, and I cannot for the life of me find anything, not
- a damn trace, of Blavin. And I think all of this bodes very
- poorly for us.” Alex looks worriedly at Inky, and you’re telling me we have
- a ritual we have to perform, to find the iris group’s meeting
- place.. I’m leery Ink, I have to be you see. But my uncle
- trusted you, and I do as well. If you think this is our best
- shot, we can hole up in the sewers and try to perform this
- dream walk of your witch friend’s. But if this iris business
- turns out to be a trap, well, how well can you handle a
- gun? ~ “Your courage and concern are admirable, Master Alex.
- Caution is likewise advisable.” Inky nods seriously. The next moment, they gave the sysorcerer a slightly
- deranged grin. “I’m sure you have already seen many grave
- dangers. What’s another one for the bucket list? What’s life
- if not violent and messy? So many melons dismembered and laid
- waste daily—” As if suddenly recalling a detail, Inky pauses and blinks.
- “Melon vendor? Oh, poor Pepo. He has been complaining about
- his neighbour’s boa constrictors for years. The serpents were
- drawn to the rodents his fruits typically attracted, which
- might not have been a problem were it not for them hanging out
- at his stall and scaring off his customers. Maybe he finally
- took matters into his own hands, with tragic results.” They
- look at an empty mixing bowl across the table glumly. “He had
- offered to bring over a few of the new variety as soon as they
- arrived, as he was already delivering to a household the next
- district over.” They send Master Alex a sidelong glance. “Someone is after
- you? You didn’t do something horrid like help an old
- grandmother cross the street on sockless skates, for
- instance?” Refilling the sysorcerer’s cup, Inky continues, “As
- for Blavin, only 3 of the crystals have been recovered. Blavin
- knows Team 43 is his best chance of obtaining the others.
- Until he has all the crystals, he will stay his hand. If he
- doesn’t know that, then he is hardly a threat.” Setting down the teapot, Inky shrugs. “They seem eager to
- get our attention. I suppose I could spare them their twelve
- minutes of fame, for the right price. Enlightenment would
- probably be too much to ask of a nightmare. If you’d rather
- take your team and make a run for it instead, that’s fine too.
- If they come knocking I’ll just tell them you missed the hotel
- fondue at Kelsun Peak.” Their gaze skips to one of the cups before they shake their
- head. “No gun.” They turn around and take down a bamboo
- walking stick hanging from a hook on a wall next to a worn
- coat. Inky grasps the handle and pulls. It slides out quietly
- to reveal a long, thin, tapered surgical steel tube which, if
- someone were to lean in for a closer inspection, is sparsely
- covered in tiny, needle-like protrusions along the surface. On
- the underside, a transparent sliver ran the length of the tube
- to end about a forefinger’s length from the handle. Visible
- through the narrow window is a colourless liquid, most likely
- a sedative or toxin, fills the reinforced steel interior. They smile mirthlessly at Master Alex. “I don’t know that
- Master Corraidhín trusted me, because if he did, it would have
- been the most foolhardy thing the wise man has ever done. You
- would do well to not make that mistake.” ~ “It doesn’t sound like we have all too much of an option”,
- Alex says, as a little Scarab beetle in his pocket chimes,
- “that’ll be the dead man’s trigger going off in my
- hideout.” Alex frowns, shame to lose all of that data, those systems,
- that hideout.. but I hope whoever broke in enjoys thermite,
- assuming they don’t asphyxiate quickly enough to miss the
- fun.. Inky, you’re right, life is a bit violent and messy, so
- lets bring the violent mess to these bastards. If you’ve got a
- lead on this with this dream ritual, then fuck it, lets take
- the risk. I won’t run from this fight, my uncle sure as hell
- wouldn’t. And at worst, he’d go out with a magnificient bang.
- Lets give it back tenfold, for poor Pepo. Nodding his own approval Alex continues, I have another
- hideout in the eastern quandrant, near the sysorcerer’s guild.
- It’s a little risky to head out that way, but none of my
- Zabbix alerts indicate it was compromised. It has automated
- IDS and IPS systems, so we should be safe enough in there once
- we whole up. At very least we’ll know if someone comes for us,
- and we’ll have a little bit of time to react on it. We should
- bring the Toques with us, and little blod clot, and the
- duck. Looking sorrowfully at Enrique, “I think it might be best
- if you got the hell out of dodge too friend, it isn’t safe,
- and I don’t want to see you become collateral here. Head down
- to the wharf, I’ll have agent 5 meet you there, he’ll help you
- and your family lay low until all of this blows over.” ~ At Enrique’s deep frown, Inky sighs and adds, “Might as
- well do as Master Alex says. He can spot danger twelve blocks
- away, and turtle soup is really out of fashion these
- days.” Then they excuse themselves to pack a few items, returning
- about fifteen minutes later with a knapsack and a cross-strap
- carrier draped in a black cloth cover. Inky says, “I hope you
- don’t mind if I bring along a guest as well.” The cover is pulled back to expose a dome-shaped birdhouse,
- with transparent circular rings at the top partially obscured
- by sliding shutters of the same shape. A wooden hoop with a
- woven, web-like pattern and adorned with a string of feathers
- hangs from one side. On the opposite side is a double door
- with a miniature knob over each door. Inky lightly taps on one
- of the doors, and at a low click coming from within in
- response, swings the doors wide enough for the kitchen lamps
- to illuminate the great horned owl resting on a pillow inside.
- The bird opens one amber eye for a moment, gaze sweeping idly
- across the occupants in the room before dozing off again. “This is Fuko. She and her twin brother Futa have certain
- shared connections. What one sees, the other will also know. I
- asked their caretaker if I could borrow them for a while. Fuko
- will accompany me for the ritual. Her brother is at another
- location and can send a message if a need arises.” Inky
- explains with a wry expression. “Think of it as a minor
- indulgence of sorts. I was told their kind, along with eagle
- owls, are very good at negotiating with those of the
- ravens.” They give the owl a small smile. “She may be a little
- temperamental, but she is well-trained.” Closing the birdhouse
- doors, Inky turns back to Master Alex. “I suppose you’d rather
- not reveal the location of your hideout to any more people
- than necessary. Her carrier will remain covered on the way in
- and out.” Gliftwirp stands under the branches of a tree, pooled in
- shadow, far from the small gathering. He has been to plenty of
- funerals. Often under these very circumstances, in fact. And
- he always keeps his distance out of respect. For one, he owns no clothes but his vest, sash, and
- trousers. And his bright red colors would be a sign of
- disrespect among the mourners. Secondly and most importantly,
- he himself is the one who put the man in the ground. Sadly, he had little choice. He had underestimated the
- sysorcer. Didn’t realize he had his own agents working for
- him. When he realized that one of the agents had been in
- contact with the melon vendor, he knew that Popplewick could
- and would identify the warpwefter if pressured. Gliftwirp had grown to enjoy his daily chats with the melon
- vendor. Popplewick was a kind, determined man. A refugee from
- the Cinderlands, his family came to Vay’Nullar following the
- Artifice Wars when he was just a boy. He grew up poor, and
- often relied on the generosity of others. But eventually he
- was able to support himself and his small family. He was proud
- of the life he had built. So Gliftwirp took no pleasure in what came next. Late one
- night when Popplewick was on his way home from the market, the
- assassin slipped a bag over his head and dragged him into a
- dark alley. He cinched the bag tight, cutting off his air.
- There was a brief struggle before Popplewick passed out and
- Gliftwirp lowered him down to the ground. He held him there,
- unconscious and not breathing, until he was gone. In only took
- but a moment. And then Gliftwirp stood up and left. Now at the funeral, the mourners leave one by one. Until
- only the widow is left, cradling a small sleeping child to her
- chest. “Oh, Pepo,” she whispers to the headstone. “What can I
- do now?” When she leaves, she does not return to the main path. She
- meanders slowly as though in a daze toward the back of the
- graveyard and down the hill. She steps into the wood. A flash
- of red follows her at a distance. She kneels on the banks of the forest river and sets the
- child down on wide flat rock. It is awake now and looks up at
- her with solemn eyes. “I am sorry, made-of-me,” she says to
- the child. And that is all the explanation it gets. She stands and turns and walks away. The child watches her
- go. When she has been gone for some minutes, Gliftwirp steps
- out of the shadows and crouches down beside the child. It
- looks up and reaches for him. “Look at you,” he says to the
- child as he scoops it up. “Who would throw you away? A
- perfectly good baby!” He stands and bounces the child. “A
- sweet little melon rind is what you are. Ha! Very well. Come,
- Rind, we have work to do.” The assassin, child in his arms, walks back toward the
- city. ~ In the aftermath, Agent 5 is found down by the docks. They
- clearly struggled in death. The assassin blamed him for
- Popplewick’s death and the widow’s weakness. Down in the sewers, two tiny mittened hands reach up and
- awkwardly turn the doorknob to Alex’s hideout. The bolt clears
- the latch with a faint click. Two tiny cloth hands struggle
- against the heavy iron door, pushing it slowly open, inch by
- inch. A mechanism clicks inside and there is a whoosh of air
- and then a boom as the bunker violently ignites. The tiny
- figure is incinerated, and blown back into the sewer
- tunnel. Gliftwirp steps forward into the light of the blaze and
- crouches down by the tiny figure. He picks it up, a tattered
- and burned bundle of cloth. “Look, Rind,” he says to the small
- child standing at his elbow. “You must always acknowledge and
- be grateful for those who sacrifice for you.” He starts to
- untie and unfold the cloth puppet as he speaks. It unfurls and
- smooths out and stitches itself back together under his touch.
- Even the burn marks fade, and soon Gliftwirp is once again
- holding his red sash. “Now, Rind,” he says standing up and taking the child’s
- hand, squinting into the fire. “Let’s see what we can salvage
- here.” WHAT DO YOU DO Alex lifts his teacup and sips the fragrantly tea,
+ “perfumed of rosehips, and cardamum? An interesting choice. I
+ appreciate it Inky, these past few days have been terribly
+ rough, and I’m rather tired of field rations.” Alex takes a
+ sip, and then continues hurridly. “I’ve been monitoring the
+ Bazar, we are in grave danger. It started with just me, but I
+ fear it’s bled over to everyone here at the Milk Market. I
+ can’t be entirely certain.” Alex looks worriedly at Inky. “There’s a lot going on here.
+ As soon as we got back from Kelsun I was sent on an
+ assignment, normally not an issue, but they wanted me to level
+ 3 of the busiest coffee shops in the bazar. I planted those
+ bombs, alongside listening devices, and then I bugged out. My
+ team appears to have been assigned equally bizarre
+ assignments, all rather violent messy things. A lot of
+ innocent lives are on the line here.” “We dropped off the grid, I’ve got an isolated listening
+ post in the sewers here, it’s heavily reinforced and that’s
+ where I’ve been hiding out, but I’m not certain it’s safe.
+ Agent 5 found a melon vendor dead in the market, and this
+ vendor was specifically seeking out the Milk Market, looking
+ for us. I believe it may be an assassin, could be from HQ,
+ could be from Blavin. It’s entirely opaque to me.” “As far as I can tell, my agents are all loyal to me,
+ there’s 5 of them in total, 6 if you count me. We could man
+ the ship and get the hell out of here in a few hours, and it
+ may be our best chance. But there’s the iris letter we need to
+ attend to, and I cannot for the life of me find anything, not
+ a damn trace, of Blavin. And I think all of this bodes very
+ poorly for us.” Alex looks worriedly at Inky, and you’re telling me we have
+ a ritual we have to perform, to find the iris group’s meeting
+ place.. I’m leery Ink, I have to be you see. But my uncle
+ trusted you, and I do as well. If you think this is our best
+ shot, we can hole up in the sewers and try to perform this
+ dream walk of your witch friend’s. But if this iris business
+ turns out to be a trap, well, how well can you handle a
+ gun? ~ “Your courage and concern are admirable, Master Alex.
+ Caution is likewise advisable.” Inky nods seriously. The next moment, they gave the sysorcerer a slightly
+ deranged grin. “I’m sure you have already seen many grave
+ dangers. What’s another one for the bucket list? What’s life
+ if not violent and messy? So many melons dismembered and laid
+ waste daily—” As if suddenly recalling a detail, Inky pauses and blinks.
+ “Melon vendor? Oh, poor Pepo. He has been complaining about
+ his neighbour’s boa constrictors for years. The serpents were
+ drawn to the rodents his fruits typically attracted, which
+ might not have been a problem were it not for them hanging out
+ at his stall and scaring off his customers. Maybe he finally
+ took matters into his own hands, with tragic results.” They
+ look at an empty mixing bowl across the table glumly. “He had
+ offered to bring over a few of the new variety as soon as they
+ arrived, as he was already delivering to a household the next
+ district over.” They send Master Alex a sidelong glance. “Someone is after
+ you? You didn’t do something horrid like help an old
+ grandmother cross the street on sockless skates, for
+ instance?” Refilling the sysorcerer’s cup, Inky continues, “As
+ for Blavin, only 3 of the crystals have been recovered. Blavin
+ knows Team 43 is his best chance of obtaining the others.
+ Until he has all the crystals, he will stay his hand. If he
+ doesn’t know that, then he is hardly a threat.” Setting down the teapot, Inky shrugs. “They seem eager to
+ get our attention. I suppose I could spare them their twelve
+ minutes of fame, for the right price. Enlightenment would
+ probably be too much to ask of a nightmare. If you’d rather
+ take your team and make a run for it instead, that’s fine too.
+ If they come knocking I’ll just tell them you missed the hotel
+ fondue at Kelsun Peak.” Their gaze skips to one of the cups before they shake their
+ head. “No gun.” They turn around and take down a bamboo
+ walking stick hanging from a hook on a wall next to a worn
+ coat. Inky grasps the handle and pulls. It slides out quietly
+ to reveal a long, thin, tapered surgical steel tube which, if
+ someone were to lean in for a closer inspection, is sparsely
+ covered in tiny, needle-like protrusions along the surface. On
+ the underside, a transparent sliver ran the length of the tube
+ to end about a forefinger’s length from the handle. Visible
+ through the narrow window is a colourless liquid, most likely
+ a sedative or toxin, fills the reinforced steel interior. They smile mirthlessly at Master Alex. “I don’t know that
+ Master Corraidhín trusted me, because if he did, it would have
+ been the most foolhardy thing the wise man has ever done. You
+ would do well to not make that mistake.” ~ “It doesn’t sound like we have all too much of an option”,
+ Alex says, as a little Scarab beetle in his pocket chimes,
+ “that’ll be the dead man’s trigger going off in my
+ hideout.” Alex frowns, shame to lose all of that data, those systems,
+ that hideout.. but I hope whoever broke in enjoys thermite,
+ assuming they don’t asphyxiate quickly enough to miss the
+ fun.. Inky, you’re right, life is a bit violent and messy, so
+ lets bring the violent mess to these bastards. If you’ve got a
+ lead on this with this dream ritual, then fuck it, lets take
+ the risk. I won’t run from this fight, my uncle sure as hell
+ wouldn’t. And at worst, he’d go out with a magnificient bang.
+ Lets give it back tenfold, for poor Pepo. Nodding his own approval Alex continues, I have another
+ hideout in the eastern quandrant, near the sysorcerer’s guild.
+ It’s a little risky to head out that way, but none of my
+ Zabbix alerts indicate it was compromised. It has automated
+ IDS and IPS systems, so we should be safe enough in there once
+ we whole up. At very least we’ll know if someone comes for us,
+ and we’ll have a little bit of time to react on it. We should
+ bring the Toques with us, and little blod clot, and the
+ duck. Looking sorrowfully at Enrique, “I think it might be best
+ if you got the hell out of dodge too friend, it isn’t safe,
+ and I don’t want to see you become collateral here. Head down
+ to the wharf, I’ll have agent 5 meet you there, he’ll help you
+ and your family lay low until all of this blows over.” ~ At Enrique’s deep frown, Inky sighs and adds, “Might as
+ well do as Master Alex says. He can spot danger twelve blocks
+ away, and turtle soup is really out of fashion these
+ days.” Then they excuse themselves to pack a few items, returning
+ about fifteen minutes later with a knapsack and a cross-strap
+ carrier draped in a black cloth cover. Inky says, “I hope you
+ don’t mind if I bring along a guest as well.” The cover is pulled back to expose a dome-shaped birdhouse,
+ with transparent circular rings at the top partially obscured
+ by sliding shutters of the same shape. A wooden hoop with a
+ woven, web-like pattern and adorned with a string of feathers
+ hangs from one side. On the opposite side is a double door
+ with a miniature knob over each door. Inky lightly taps on one
+ of the doors, and at a low click coming from within in
+ response, swings the doors wide enough for the kitchen lamps
+ to illuminate the great horned owl resting on a pillow inside.
+ The bird opens one amber eye for a moment, gaze sweeping idly
+ across the occupants in the room before dozing off again. “This is Fuko. She and her twin brother Futa have certain
+ shared connections. What one sees, the other will also know. I
+ asked their caretaker if I could borrow them for a while. Fuko
+ will accompany me for the ritual. Her brother is at another
+ location and can send a message if a need arises.” Inky
+ explains with a wry expression. “Think of it as a minor
+ indulgence of sorts. I was told their kind, along with eagle
+ owls, are very good at negotiating with those of the
+ ravens.” They give the owl a small smile. “She may be a little
+ temperamental, but she is well-trained.” Closing the birdhouse
+ doors, Inky turns back to Master Alex. “I suppose you’d rather
+ not reveal the location of your hideout to any more people
+ than necessary. Her carrier will remain covered on the way in
+ and out.” Gliftwirp stands under the branches of a tree, pooled in
+ shadow, far from the small gathering. He has been to plenty of
+ funerals. Often under these very circumstances, in fact. And
+ he always keeps his distance out of respect. For one, he owns no clothes but his vest, sash, and
+ trousers. And his bright red colors would be a sign of
+ disrespect among the mourners. Secondly and most importantly,
+ he himself is the one who put the man in the ground. Sadly, he had little choice. He had underestimated the
+ sysorcer. Didn’t realize he had his own agents working for
+ him. When he realized that one of the agents had been in
+ contact with the melon vendor, he knew that Popplewick could
+ and would identify the warpwefter if pressured. Gliftwirp had grown to enjoy his daily chats with the melon
+ vendor. Popplewick was a kind, determined man. A refugee from
+ the Cinderlands, his family came to Vay’Nullar following the
+ Artifice Wars when he was just a boy. He grew up poor, and
+ often relied on the generosity of others. But eventually he
+ was able to support himself and his small family. He was proud
+ of the life he had built. So Gliftwirp took no pleasure in what came next. Late one
+ night when Popplewick was on his way home from the market, the
+ assassin slipped a bag over his head and dragged him into a
+ dark alley. He cinched the bag tight, cutting off his air.
+ There was a brief struggle before Popplewick passed out and
+ Gliftwirp lowered him down to the ground. He held him there,
+ unconscious and not breathing, until he was gone. In only took
+ but a moment. And then Gliftwirp stood up and left. Now at the funeral, the mourners leave one by one. Until
+ only the widow is left, cradling a small sleeping child to her
+ chest. “Oh, Pepo,” she whispers to the headstone. “What can I
+ do now?” When she leaves, she does not return to the main path. She
+ meanders slowly as though in a daze toward the back of the
+ graveyard and down the hill. She steps into the wood. A flash
+ of red follows her at a distance. She kneels on the banks of the forest river and sets the
+ child down on wide flat rock. It is awake now and looks up at
+ her with solemn eyes. “I am sorry, made-of-me,” she says to
+ the child. And that is all the explanation it gets. She stands and turns and walks away. The child watches her
+ go. When she has been gone for some minutes, Gliftwirp steps
+ out of the shadows and crouches down beside the child. It
+ looks up and reaches for him. “Look at you,” he says to the
+ child as he scoops it up. “Who would throw you away? A
+ perfectly good baby!” He stands and bounces the child. “A
+ sweet little melon rind is what you are. Ha! Very well. Come,
+ Rind, we have work to do.” The assassin, child in his arms, walks back toward the
+ city. ~ In the aftermath, Agent 5 is found down by the docks. They
+ clearly struggled in death. The assassin blamed him for
+ Popplewick’s death and the widow’s weakness. Down in the sewers, two tiny mittened hands reach up and
+ awkwardly turn the doorknob to Alex’s hideout. The bolt clears
+ the latch with a faint click. Two tiny cloth hands struggle
+ against the heavy iron door, pushing it slowly open, inch by
+ inch. A mechanism clicks inside and there is a whoosh of air
+ and then a boom as the bunker violently ignites. The tiny
+ figure is incinerated, and blown back into the sewer
+ tunnel. Gliftwirp steps forward into the light of the blaze and
+ crouches down by the tiny figure. He picks it up, a tattered
+ and burned bundle of cloth. “Look, Rind,” he says to the small
+ child standing at his elbow. “You must always acknowledge and
+ be grateful for those who sacrifice for you.” He starts to
+ untie and unfold the cloth puppet as he speaks. It unfurls and
+ smooths out and stitches itself back together under his touch.
+ Even the burn marks fade, and soon Gliftwirp is once again
+ holding his red sash. “Now, Rind,” he says standing up and taking the child’s
+ hand, squinting into the fire. “Let’s see what we can salvage
+ here.” WHAT DO YOU DO Total length: 75661 words / 323 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.) There have been 202 messages posted over 191 days since the first
+ There have been 202 messages posted over 192 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.05. This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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rival: the gophers of Retrieval Team 70
CALENDAR The period of Moonmoon’s rotation is 10 days. This is a week. The period of Selene’s rotation is 30 days (3 weeks). This is a
+ Time in Basmentaria is reckoned by the moons: green Selene, dark
+Moonmoon, and red Lua. The period of Moonmoon’s revolution is 10 days. This is a week, or a
+tenday. The period of Selene’s revolution is 30 days (3 weeks). This is a
month. The period of Lua’s rotation is 360 days (12 months). This is a
+ The period of Lua’s revolution is 360 days (12 months). This is a
year. Days of the week are divided into godsdays, moondays, earthdays, and
-‘Tensday’. Days of the week are divided into godsdays (Nedsday, Nullday,
+Lianday), moondays (Monday, Selday, Luday), earthdays (Primeday,
+Agenday, Ginnday), and ‘Tensday’. There are Seasonal Holidays: The Common Era (CE) is defined by the end of the Artifice Wars, and
+the time before it is referred to as Before Common Era (BCE). It is currently year 1440 of the common era. The setting, plot, and major non-player characters of Basement Quest
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+Acknowledgements