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@ -4,5 +4,5 @@ created: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600
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updated: Tue, 26 Jul 2022 20:32:23 -0600
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public: yes
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## Characters
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## Dramatis Personae
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title: 00051
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created: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 17:08:07 -0700
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updated: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 17:08:07 -0700
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syndicated: yes
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public: yes
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---
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### 00051 {#00051}
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> As they wait for the balloonship to approach, Inky glances to the
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> prone remains of the hotelier on the floor and frowns. There wasn't
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> much they could do about that now. It was really inconvenient
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> timing — he hadn't received the papers yet. Inky can already
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> picture Cio's unspoken but palpable disappointment even as she
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> offered reassurances that it was perfectly fine. The gnawing guilt
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> she could inflict with a look was worse than a tenacious terrorier
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> with a bone biscuit. Then Inky recalls an urban legend from the
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> elderly aunts they sometimes pass by during teatimes, which claim
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> that it was possible to send messages and items to the deceased by
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> burning the articles.
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>
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> Ducking momentarily behind another bookshelf, Inky removes an
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> envelope bearing the seal of a butterfly in red wax, drops it into
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> a recently-emptied shortbread tin and holds a lit match to a corner
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> of the paper. Before long the entire envelope is consumed by the
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> flames and the lid replaced tightly over the tin. If the paperwork
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> found its way to the hotelier on the spiritual plane, that would be
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> the formalities completed. Or if it was reduced to ashes without
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> ever reaching the recipient, no one had to know.
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>
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> Inky walks back to the window to see a flare light and a zip line
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> ending below the windowsill. They look to the other end of the
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> line, back to the toques, and around the room. Their gaze lands on
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> a few cloth covers draped over several bookshelves near an alcove
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> from top to bottom, possibly to protect the manuscripts on the
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> shelves from extended exposure to dust and light. They tie a large
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> red kerchief to the zip line to indicate they had seen flare
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> signal, before turning to Confidence. "There's an airship waiting
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> outside with a zip line. We should get Bread patched up by a healer
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> in town. It wouldn't do to have them walk around like that, unless
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> you want to turn the hotel into a haunted house attraction."
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>
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> As they finish speaking, Inky pulls off three of the covers, two
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> iron spears and one of the two decorative flag poles with flags
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> featuring the crest of Runesocesius, and a symbol (of the old town,
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> Inky surmises) that stood in a nook between the wall and a
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> bookshelf. Crossing over to a wall display of ceremonial chains and
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> maces, they remove two of the metal chains that hung on from hooks
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> on the wall. Having gathered the items, they retrieve two zip line
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> harnesses, some parachute cord and two additional pulley hooks from
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> their bag.
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>
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> They lay the chains on the floor about two feet apart, followed by
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> the cloth sheets with their outer surfaces facing down over them,
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> and tie the corners at both ends to the flag pole to form the base
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> of a makeshift hammock. With Confidence's help, they slide Bread
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> onto the sheets, being cautious to avoid further jostling the
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> toque's injuries. Inky wraps the ends of the chains around the
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> flagpole, tying them and the cloth bundle with loops of parachute
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> cord, and sets the pulley hooks to links on the top surface of the
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> flag pole.
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>
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> Inky puts on a zip line harness and throws the spare one to
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> Confidence, directing them to do the same. With some difficulty,
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> they hoist the bundle of Bread to the window. Inky descends first,
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> hooking their harness pulley to the zip line as they brace against
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> the tower wall. As the bundle is slowly lowered through the window,
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> Inky connects the pulley hooks on the metal chains to the zip line,
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> Confidence bringing up the rear while Inky holds the hammock
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> steady.
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>
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> While the zephynos play overhead, the three of them prepare to
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> slide down to the deck of the balloonship along the zip line.
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Confidence and Inky, framing the Bread basket between them, slide
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down the zipline to the balloonship. The zephynos frolic up overhead,
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and the hole in the library wall gapes below. And beyond that, the
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endless sea of clouds.
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Inky, having descended the line first, makes it to the ship ahead of
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Bread and Confidence. They clambor up over the side, unhook themself,
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and reach for the corner of the hammock.
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The 3rd Ginnarak Crystal is now on the deck of the ship.
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Looking up, Inky sees that two determined cyberplasms have started
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following them out the library tower window. Neither has a harness.
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One is hanging upside down on the cable, arms and legs wrapped around
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it, and has managed to shimmy a couple feet away from Runesocesius.
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The other has just swung out of the window and is holding onto the
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line with their hands. They are kicking their legs up over and over,
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trying to swing high enough to lock their ankles around the cable.
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In the time that it will take you to unhook the hammock and get both
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Bread and Confidence onto the ship, the two pirates will have closed
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most of the distance between you and might be within striking
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distance.
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Meanwhile on the deck of the ship, the hemogoblin is deeply entranced
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by a private conversation it seems to be having with the ruby-hilt
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dagger. It nods and chirps and coos as it continues to strangle the
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grip in its tiny bloody hands, singing softly and soothingly. The
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ruby flashes and glints, almost strobe-like in the sunlight, as
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though in the midst of some kind of struggle. But as the hemogoblin
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continues its strange lullaby, the gem eventually fades and grows
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dull, until finally it resembles nothing more than a lifeless lump of
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stone.
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The hemogoblin releases its death grip on the dagger and lowers its
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arms to its sides, allowing the dagger to slip to the ground. It
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looks up at you happily with ruby-red eyes that seem to flash in the
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sunlight, and it chirps merrily.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2023-01/msg00014.html)
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103
www/index.html
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www/index.html
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#stats" id="toc-stats">Stats</a></li>
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<li><a href="#about" id="toc-about">About</a></li>
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<li><a href="#characters" id="toc-characters">Characters</a>
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<li><a href="#dramatis-personae" id="toc-dramatis-personae">Dramatis
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Personae</a>
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#alex" id="toc-alex">Alex</a></li>
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<li><a href="#corraidhín" id="toc-corraidhín">Corraidhín</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00048" id="toc-00048">00048</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00049" id="toc-00049">00049</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00050" id="toc-00050">00050</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00051" id="toc-00051">00051</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: 53623 words / 229 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 54614 words / 233 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 176 messages posted over 171 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.</p>
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<p>There have been 180 messages posted over 173 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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@ -370,7 +372,7 @@ into the <a href="#current-story">current story arc</a>.</p>
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<p>If you’re not on the mailing list and want to keep up with the story,
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you can <a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml">subscribe to
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the rss feed</a>.</p>
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<h2 id="characters">Characters</h2>
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<h2 id="dramatis-personae">Dramatis Personae</h2>
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<h3 id="alex">Alex</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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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/msg00257.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00051">00051</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>As they wait for the balloonship to approach, Inky glances to the
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prone remains of the hotelier on the floor and frowns. There wasn’t much
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they could do about that now. It was really inconvenient timing — he
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hadn’t received the papers yet. Inky can already picture Cio’s unspoken
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but palpable disappointment even as she offered reassurances that it was
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perfectly fine. The gnawing guilt she could inflict with a look was
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worse than a tenacious terrorier with a bone biscuit. Then Inky recalls
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an urban legend from the elderly aunts they sometimes pass by during
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teatimes, which claim that it was possible to send messages and items to
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the deceased by burning the articles.</p>
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<p>Ducking momentarily behind another bookshelf, Inky removes an
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envelope bearing the seal of a butterfly in red wax, drops it into a
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recently-emptied shortbread tin and holds a lit match to a corner of the
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paper. Before long the entire envelope is consumed by the flames and the
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lid replaced tightly over the tin. If the paperwork found its way to the
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hotelier on the spiritual plane, that would be the formalities
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completed. Or if it was reduced to ashes without ever reaching the
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recipient, no one had to know.</p>
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<p>Inky walks back to the window to see a flare light and a zip line
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ending below the windowsill. They look to the other end of the line,
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back to the toques, and around the room. Their gaze lands on a few cloth
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covers draped over several bookshelves near an alcove from top to
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bottom, possibly to protect the manuscripts on the shelves from extended
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exposure to dust and light. They tie a large red kerchief to the zip
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line to indicate they had seen flare signal, before turning to
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Confidence. “There’s an airship waiting outside with a zip line. We
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should get Bread patched up by a healer in town. It wouldn’t do to have
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them walk around like that, unless you want to turn the hotel into a
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haunted house attraction.”</p>
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<p>As they finish speaking, Inky pulls off three of the covers, two iron
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spears and one of the two decorative flag poles with flags featuring the
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crest of Runesocesius, and a symbol (of the old town, Inky surmises)
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that stood in a nook between the wall and a bookshelf. Crossing over to
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a wall display of ceremonial chains and maces, they remove two of the
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metal chains that hung on from hooks on the wall. Having gathered the
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items, they retrieve two zip line harnesses, some parachute cord and two
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additional pulley hooks from their bag.</p>
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<p>They lay the chains on the floor about two feet apart, followed by
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the cloth sheets with their outer surfaces facing down over them, and
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tie the corners at both ends to the flag pole to form the base of a
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makeshift hammock. With Confidence’s help, they slide Bread onto the
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sheets, being cautious to avoid further jostling the toque’s injuries.
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Inky wraps the ends of the chains around the flagpole, tying them and
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the cloth bundle with loops of parachute cord, and sets the pulley hooks
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to links on the top surface of the flag pole.</p>
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<p>Inky puts on a zip line harness and throws the spare one to
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Confidence, directing them to do the same. With some difficulty, they
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hoist the bundle of Bread to the window. Inky descends first, hooking
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their harness pulley to the zip line as they brace against the tower
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wall. As the bundle is slowly lowered through the window, Inky connects
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the pulley hooks on the metal chains to the zip line, Confidence
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bringing up the rear while Inky holds the hammock steady.</p>
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<p>While the zephynos play overhead, the three of them prepare to slide
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down to the deck of the balloonship along the zip line.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Confidence and Inky, framing the Bread basket between them, slide
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down the zipline to the balloonship. The zephynos frolic up overhead,
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and the hole in the library wall gapes below. And beyond that, the
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endless sea of clouds.</p>
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<p>Inky, having descended the line first, makes it to the ship ahead of
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Bread and Confidence. They clambor up over the side, unhook themself,
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and reach for the corner of the hammock.</p>
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<p>The 3rd Ginnarak Crystal is now on the deck of the ship.</p>
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<p>Looking up, Inky sees that two determined cyberplasms have started
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following them out the library tower window. Neither has a harness. One
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is hanging upside down on the cable, arms and legs wrapped around it,
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and has managed to shimmy a couple feet away from Runesocesius. The
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other has just swung out of the window and is holding onto the line with
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their hands. They are kicking their legs up over and over, trying to
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swing high enough to lock their ankles around the cable.</p>
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<p>In the time that it will take you to unhook the hammock and get both
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Bread and Confidence onto the ship, the two pirates will have closed
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most of the distance between you and might be within striking
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distance.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile on the deck of the ship, the hemogoblin is deeply entranced
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by a private conversation it seems to be having with the ruby-hilt
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dagger. It nods and chirps and coos as it continues to strangle the grip
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in its tiny bloody hands, singing softly and soothingly. The ruby
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flashes and glints, almost strobe-like in the sunlight, as though in the
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midst of some kind of struggle. But as the hemogoblin continues its
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strange lullaby, the gem eventually fades and grows dull, until finally
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it resembles nothing more than a lifeless lump of stone.</p>
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<p>The hemogoblin releases its death grip on the dagger and lowers its
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arms to its sides, allowing the dagger to slip to the ground. It looks
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up at you happily with ruby-red eyes that seem to flash in the sunlight,
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and it chirps merrily.</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/2023-01/msg00014.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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<ul>
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<li><a href="#stats" id="toc-stats">Stats</a></li>
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<li><a href="#about" id="toc-about">About</a></li>
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<li><a href="#characters" id="toc-characters">Characters</a>
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<li><a href="#dramatis-personae" id="toc-dramatis-personae">Dramatis
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Personae</a>
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#alex" id="toc-alex">Alex</a></li>
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<li><a href="#corraidhín" id="toc-corraidhín">Corraidhín</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00048" id="toc-00048">00048</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00049" id="toc-00049">00049</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00050" id="toc-00050">00050</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00051" id="toc-00051">00051</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: 53623 words / 229 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 54614 words / 233 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 176 messages posted over 171 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.</p>
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<p>There have been 180 messages posted over 173 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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@ -373,7 +375,7 @@ into the <a href="#current-story">current story arc</a>.</p>
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<p>If you’re not on the mailing list and want to keep up with the story,
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you can <a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml">subscribe to
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the rss feed</a>.</p>
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<h2 id="characters">Characters</h2>
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<h2 id="dramatis-personae">Dramatis Personae</h2>
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<h3 id="alex">Alex</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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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/msg00257.html">www</a></p>
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<h3 id="00051">00051</h3>
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<blockquote>
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<p>As they wait for the balloonship to approach, Inky glances to the
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prone remains of the hotelier on the floor and frowns. There wasn’t much
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they could do about that now. It was really inconvenient timing — he
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hadn’t received the papers yet. Inky can already picture Cio’s unspoken
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but palpable disappointment even as she offered reassurances that it was
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perfectly fine. The gnawing guilt she could inflict with a look was
|
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worse than a tenacious terrorier with a bone biscuit. Then Inky recalls
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an urban legend from the elderly aunts they sometimes pass by during
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teatimes, which claim that it was possible to send messages and items to
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the deceased by burning the articles.</p>
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<p>Ducking momentarily behind another bookshelf, Inky removes an
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envelope bearing the seal of a butterfly in red wax, drops it into a
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recently-emptied shortbread tin and holds a lit match to a corner of the
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paper. Before long the entire envelope is consumed by the flames and the
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lid replaced tightly over the tin. If the paperwork found its way to the
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hotelier on the spiritual plane, that would be the formalities
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completed. Or if it was reduced to ashes without ever reaching the
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recipient, no one had to know.</p>
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<p>Inky walks back to the window to see a flare light and a zip line
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ending below the windowsill. They look to the other end of the line,
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back to the toques, and around the room. Their gaze lands on a few cloth
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covers draped over several bookshelves near an alcove from top to
|
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bottom, possibly to protect the manuscripts on the shelves from extended
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exposure to dust and light. They tie a large red kerchief to the zip
|
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line to indicate they had seen flare signal, before turning to
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Confidence. “There’s an airship waiting outside with a zip line. We
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should get Bread patched up by a healer in town. It wouldn’t do to have
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them walk around like that, unless you want to turn the hotel into a
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haunted house attraction.”</p>
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<p>As they finish speaking, Inky pulls off three of the covers, two iron
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spears and one of the two decorative flag poles with flags featuring the
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crest of Runesocesius, and a symbol (of the old town, Inky surmises)
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that stood in a nook between the wall and a bookshelf. Crossing over to
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a wall display of ceremonial chains and maces, they remove two of the
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metal chains that hung on from hooks on the wall. Having gathered the
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items, they retrieve two zip line harnesses, some parachute cord and two
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additional pulley hooks from their bag.</p>
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<p>They lay the chains on the floor about two feet apart, followed by
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the cloth sheets with their outer surfaces facing down over them, and
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tie the corners at both ends to the flag pole to form the base of a
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makeshift hammock. With Confidence’s help, they slide Bread onto the
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sheets, being cautious to avoid further jostling the toque’s injuries.
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Inky wraps the ends of the chains around the flagpole, tying them and
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the cloth bundle with loops of parachute cord, and sets the pulley hooks
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to links on the top surface of the flag pole.</p>
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<p>Inky puts on a zip line harness and throws the spare one to
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Confidence, directing them to do the same. With some difficulty, they
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hoist the bundle of Bread to the window. Inky descends first, hooking
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their harness pulley to the zip line as they brace against the tower
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wall. As the bundle is slowly lowered through the window, Inky connects
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the pulley hooks on the metal chains to the zip line, Confidence
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bringing up the rear while Inky holds the hammock steady.</p>
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<p>While the zephynos play overhead, the three of them prepare to slide
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down to the deck of the balloonship along the zip line.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Confidence and Inky, framing the Bread basket between them, slide
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down the zipline to the balloonship. The zephynos frolic up overhead,
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and the hole in the library wall gapes below. And beyond that, the
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endless sea of clouds.</p>
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<p>Inky, having descended the line first, makes it to the ship ahead of
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Bread and Confidence. They clambor up over the side, unhook themself,
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and reach for the corner of the hammock.</p>
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<p>The 3rd Ginnarak Crystal is now on the deck of the ship.</p>
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<p>Looking up, Inky sees that two determined cyberplasms have started
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following them out the library tower window. Neither has a harness. One
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is hanging upside down on the cable, arms and legs wrapped around it,
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and has managed to shimmy a couple feet away from Runesocesius. The
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other has just swung out of the window and is holding onto the line with
|
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their hands. They are kicking their legs up over and over, trying to
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swing high enough to lock their ankles around the cable.</p>
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<p>In the time that it will take you to unhook the hammock and get both
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Bread and Confidence onto the ship, the two pirates will have closed
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most of the distance between you and might be within striking
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distance.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile on the deck of the ship, the hemogoblin is deeply entranced
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by a private conversation it seems to be having with the ruby-hilt
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dagger. It nods and chirps and coos as it continues to strangle the grip
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in its tiny bloody hands, singing softly and soothingly. The ruby
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flashes and glints, almost strobe-like in the sunlight, as though in the
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midst of some kind of struggle. But as the hemogoblin continues its
|
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strange lullaby, the gem eventually fades and grows dull, until finally
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it resembles nothing more than a lifeless lump of stone.</p>
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<p>The hemogoblin releases its death grip on the dagger and lowers its
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arms to its sides, allowing the dagger to slip to the ground. It looks
|
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up at you happily with ruby-red eyes that seem to flash in the sunlight,
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and it chirps merrily.</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/2023-01/msg00014.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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