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

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<ul> <ul>
<li><a href="#stats" id="toc-stats">Stats</a></li> <li><a href="#stats" id="toc-stats">Stats</a></li>
<li><a href="#about" id="toc-about">About</a></li> <li><a href="#about" id="toc-about">About</a></li>
<li><a href="#characters" id="toc-characters">Characters</a> <li><a href="#dramatis-personae" id="toc-dramatis-personae">Dramatis
Personae</a>
<ul> <ul>
<li><a href="#alex" id="toc-alex">Alex</a></li> <li><a href="#alex" id="toc-alex">Alex</a></li>
<li><a href="#corraidhín" id="toc-corraidhín">Corraidhín</a></li> <li><a href="#corraidhín" id="toc-corraidhín">Corraidhín</a></li>
@ -322,6 +323,7 @@ of the Were-Hare</a></li>
<li><a href="#00048" id="toc-00048">00048</a></li> <li><a href="#00048" id="toc-00048">00048</a></li>
<li><a href="#00049" id="toc-00049">00049</a></li> <li><a href="#00049" id="toc-00049">00049</a></li>
<li><a href="#00050" id="toc-00050">00050</a></li> <li><a href="#00050" id="toc-00050">00050</a></li>
<li><a href="#00051" id="toc-00051">00051</a></li>
</ul></li> </ul></li>
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li> <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li> <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -354,11 +356,11 @@ Runesocesius</a></li>
</ul> </ul>
</nav> </nav>
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2> <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
<p>Total length: 53623 words / 229 minute read. (Mind you, thats the <p>Total length: 54614 words / 233 minute read. (Mind you, thats the
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.)</p> just the story.)</p>
<p>There have been 176 messages posted over 171 days since the first <p>There have been 180 messages posted over 173 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.</p> post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
<h2 id="about">About</h2> <h2 id="about">About</h2>
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
email.</p> email.</p>
@ -370,7 +372,7 @@ into the <a href="#current-story">current story arc</a>.</p>
<p>If youre not on the mailing list and want to keep up with the story, <p>If youre not on the mailing list and want to keep up with the story,
you can <a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml">subscribe to you can <a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml">subscribe to
the rss feed</a>.</p> the rss feed</a>.</p>
<h2 id="characters">Characters</h2> <h2 id="dramatis-personae">Dramatis Personae</h2>
<h3 id="alex">Alex</h3> <h3 id="alex">Alex</h3>
<details> <details>
<summary> <summary>
@ -5647,6 +5649,97 @@ has already formed at its feet.</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p> <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a <p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00257.html">www</a></p> href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00257.html">www</a></p>
<h3 id="00051">00051</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>As they wait for the balloonship to approach, Inky glances to the
prone remains of the hotelier on the floor and frowns. There wasnt much
they could do about that now. It was really inconvenient timing — he
hadnt received the papers yet. Inky can already picture Cios unspoken
but palpable disappointment even as she offered reassurances that it was
perfectly fine. The gnawing guilt she could inflict with a look was
worse than a tenacious terrorier with a bone biscuit. Then Inky recalls
an urban legend from the elderly aunts they sometimes pass by during
teatimes, which claim that it was possible to send messages and items to
the deceased by burning the articles.</p>
<p>Ducking momentarily behind another bookshelf, Inky removes an
envelope bearing the seal of a butterfly in red wax, drops it into a
recently-emptied shortbread tin and holds a lit match to a corner of the
paper. Before long the entire envelope is consumed by the flames and the
lid replaced tightly over the tin. If the paperwork found its way to the
hotelier on the spiritual plane, that would be the formalities
completed. Or if it was reduced to ashes without ever reaching the
recipient, no one had to know.</p>
<p>Inky walks back to the window to see a flare light and a zip line
ending below the windowsill. They look to the other end of the line,
back to the toques, and around the room. Their gaze lands on a few cloth
covers draped over several bookshelves near an alcove from top to
bottom, possibly to protect the manuscripts on the shelves from extended
exposure to dust and light. They tie a large red kerchief to the zip
line to indicate they had seen flare signal, before turning to
Confidence. “Theres an airship waiting outside with a zip line. We
should get Bread patched up by a healer in town. It wouldnt do to have
them walk around like that, unless you want to turn the hotel into a
haunted house attraction.”</p>
<p>As they finish speaking, Inky pulls off three of the covers, two iron
spears and one of the two decorative flag poles with flags featuring the
crest of Runesocesius, and a symbol (of the old town, Inky surmises)
that stood in a nook between the wall and a bookshelf. Crossing over to
a wall display of ceremonial chains and maces, they remove two of the
metal chains that hung on from hooks on the wall. Having gathered the
items, they retrieve two zip line harnesses, some parachute cord and two
additional pulley hooks from their bag.</p>
<p>They lay the chains on the floor about two feet apart, followed by
the cloth sheets with their outer surfaces facing down over them, and
tie the corners at both ends to the flag pole to form the base of a
makeshift hammock. With Confidences help, they slide Bread onto the
sheets, being cautious to avoid further jostling the toques injuries.
Inky wraps the ends of the chains around the flagpole, tying them and
the cloth bundle with loops of parachute cord, and sets the pulley hooks
to links on the top surface of the flag pole.</p>
<p>Inky puts on a zip line harness and throws the spare one to
Confidence, directing them to do the same. With some difficulty, they
hoist the bundle of Bread to the window. Inky descends first, hooking
their harness pulley to the zip line as they brace against the tower
wall. As the bundle is slowly lowered through the window, Inky connects
the pulley hooks on the metal chains to the zip line, Confidence
bringing up the rear while Inky holds the hammock steady.</p>
<p>While the zephynos play overhead, the three of them prepare to slide
down to the deck of the balloonship along the zip line.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Confidence and Inky, framing the Bread basket between them, slide
down the zipline to the balloonship. The zephynos frolic up overhead,
and the hole in the library wall gapes below. And beyond that, the
endless sea of clouds.</p>
<p>Inky, having descended the line first, makes it to the ship ahead of
Bread and Confidence. They clambor up over the side, unhook themself,
and reach for the corner of the hammock.</p>
<p>The 3rd Ginnarak Crystal is now on the deck of the ship.</p>
<p>Looking up, Inky sees that two determined cyberplasms have started
following them out the library tower window. Neither has a harness. One
is hanging upside down on the cable, arms and legs wrapped around it,
and has managed to shimmy a couple feet away from Runesocesius. The
other has just swung out of the window and is holding onto the line with
their hands. They are kicking their legs up over and over, trying to
swing high enough to lock their ankles around the cable.</p>
<p>In the time that it will take you to unhook the hammock and get both
Bread and Confidence onto the ship, the two pirates will have closed
most of the distance between you and might be within striking
distance.</p>
<p>Meanwhile on the deck of the ship, the hemogoblin is deeply entranced
by a private conversation it seems to be having with the ruby-hilt
dagger. It nods and chirps and coos as it continues to strangle the grip
in its tiny bloody hands, singing softly and soothingly. The ruby
flashes and glints, almost strobe-like in the sunlight, as though in the
midst of some kind of struggle. But as the hemogoblin continues its
strange lullaby, the gem eventually fades and grows dull, until finally
it resembles nothing more than a lifeless lump of stone.</p>
<p>The hemogoblin releases its death grip on the dagger and lowers its
arms to its sides, allowing the dagger to slip to the ground. It looks
up at you happily with ruby-red eyes that seem to flash in the sunlight,
and it chirps merrily.</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2023-01/msg00014.html">www</a></p>
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2> <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p> <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
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<ul> <ul>
<li><a href="#stats" id="toc-stats">Stats</a></li> <li><a href="#stats" id="toc-stats">Stats</a></li>
<li><a href="#about" id="toc-about">About</a></li> <li><a href="#about" id="toc-about">About</a></li>
<li><a href="#characters" id="toc-characters">Characters</a> <li><a href="#dramatis-personae" id="toc-dramatis-personae">Dramatis
Personae</a>
<ul> <ul>
<li><a href="#alex" id="toc-alex">Alex</a></li> <li><a href="#alex" id="toc-alex">Alex</a></li>
<li><a href="#corraidhín" id="toc-corraidhín">Corraidhín</a></li> <li><a href="#corraidhín" id="toc-corraidhín">Corraidhín</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00048" id="toc-00048">00048</a></li> <li><a href="#00048" id="toc-00048">00048</a></li>
<li><a href="#00049" id="toc-00049">00049</a></li> <li><a href="#00049" id="toc-00049">00049</a></li>
<li><a href="#00050" id="toc-00050">00050</a></li> <li><a href="#00050" id="toc-00050">00050</a></li>
<li><a href="#00051" id="toc-00051">00051</a></li>
</ul></li> </ul></li>
<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li> <li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li> <li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
@ -357,11 +359,11 @@ Runesocesius</a></li>
</ul> </ul>
</nav> </nav>
<h2 id="stats">Stats</h2> <h2 id="stats">Stats</h2>
<p>Total length: 53623 words / 229 minute read. (Mind you, thats the <p>Total length: 54614 words / 233 minute read. (Mind you, thats the
length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not
just the story.)</p> just the story.)</p>
<p>There have been 176 messages posted over 171 days since the first <p>There have been 180 messages posted over 173 days since the first
post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.</p> post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.04.</p>
<h2 id="about">About</h2> <h2 id="about">About</h2>
<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over <p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
email.</p> email.</p>
@ -373,7 +375,7 @@ into the <a href="#current-story">current story arc</a>.</p>
<p>If youre not on the mailing list and want to keep up with the story, <p>If youre not on the mailing list and want to keep up with the story,
you can <a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml">subscribe to you can <a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml">subscribe to
the rss feed</a>.</p> the rss feed</a>.</p>
<h2 id="characters">Characters</h2> <h2 id="dramatis-personae">Dramatis Personae</h2>
<h3 id="alex">Alex</h3> <h3 id="alex">Alex</h3>
<details> <details>
<summary> <summary>
@ -5650,6 +5652,97 @@ has already formed at its feet.</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p> <p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a <p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00257.html">www</a></p> href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-12/msg00257.html">www</a></p>
<h3 id="00051">00051</h3>
<blockquote>
<p>As they wait for the balloonship to approach, Inky glances to the
prone remains of the hotelier on the floor and frowns. There wasnt much
they could do about that now. It was really inconvenient timing — he
hadnt received the papers yet. Inky can already picture Cios unspoken
but palpable disappointment even as she offered reassurances that it was
perfectly fine. The gnawing guilt she could inflict with a look was
worse than a tenacious terrorier with a bone biscuit. Then Inky recalls
an urban legend from the elderly aunts they sometimes pass by during
teatimes, which claim that it was possible to send messages and items to
the deceased by burning the articles.</p>
<p>Ducking momentarily behind another bookshelf, Inky removes an
envelope bearing the seal of a butterfly in red wax, drops it into a
recently-emptied shortbread tin and holds a lit match to a corner of the
paper. Before long the entire envelope is consumed by the flames and the
lid replaced tightly over the tin. If the paperwork found its way to the
hotelier on the spiritual plane, that would be the formalities
completed. Or if it was reduced to ashes without ever reaching the
recipient, no one had to know.</p>
<p>Inky walks back to the window to see a flare light and a zip line
ending below the windowsill. They look to the other end of the line,
back to the toques, and around the room. Their gaze lands on a few cloth
covers draped over several bookshelves near an alcove from top to
bottom, possibly to protect the manuscripts on the shelves from extended
exposure to dust and light. They tie a large red kerchief to the zip
line to indicate they had seen flare signal, before turning to
Confidence. “Theres an airship waiting outside with a zip line. We
should get Bread patched up by a healer in town. It wouldnt do to have
them walk around like that, unless you want to turn the hotel into a
haunted house attraction.”</p>
<p>As they finish speaking, Inky pulls off three of the covers, two iron
spears and one of the two decorative flag poles with flags featuring the
crest of Runesocesius, and a symbol (of the old town, Inky surmises)
that stood in a nook between the wall and a bookshelf. Crossing over to
a wall display of ceremonial chains and maces, they remove two of the
metal chains that hung on from hooks on the wall. Having gathered the
items, they retrieve two zip line harnesses, some parachute cord and two
additional pulley hooks from their bag.</p>
<p>They lay the chains on the floor about two feet apart, followed by
the cloth sheets with their outer surfaces facing down over them, and
tie the corners at both ends to the flag pole to form the base of a
makeshift hammock. With Confidences help, they slide Bread onto the
sheets, being cautious to avoid further jostling the toques injuries.
Inky wraps the ends of the chains around the flagpole, tying them and
the cloth bundle with loops of parachute cord, and sets the pulley hooks
to links on the top surface of the flag pole.</p>
<p>Inky puts on a zip line harness and throws the spare one to
Confidence, directing them to do the same. With some difficulty, they
hoist the bundle of Bread to the window. Inky descends first, hooking
their harness pulley to the zip line as they brace against the tower
wall. As the bundle is slowly lowered through the window, Inky connects
the pulley hooks on the metal chains to the zip line, Confidence
bringing up the rear while Inky holds the hammock steady.</p>
<p>While the zephynos play overhead, the three of them prepare to slide
down to the deck of the balloonship along the zip line.</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Confidence and Inky, framing the Bread basket between them, slide
down the zipline to the balloonship. The zephynos frolic up overhead,
and the hole in the library wall gapes below. And beyond that, the
endless sea of clouds.</p>
<p>Inky, having descended the line first, makes it to the ship ahead of
Bread and Confidence. They clambor up over the side, unhook themself,
and reach for the corner of the hammock.</p>
<p>The 3rd Ginnarak Crystal is now on the deck of the ship.</p>
<p>Looking up, Inky sees that two determined cyberplasms have started
following them out the library tower window. Neither has a harness. One
is hanging upside down on the cable, arms and legs wrapped around it,
and has managed to shimmy a couple feet away from Runesocesius. The
other has just swung out of the window and is holding onto the line with
their hands. They are kicking their legs up over and over, trying to
swing high enough to lock their ankles around the cable.</p>
<p>In the time that it will take you to unhook the hammock and get both
Bread and Confidence onto the ship, the two pirates will have closed
most of the distance between you and might be within striking
distance.</p>
<p>Meanwhile on the deck of the ship, the hemogoblin is deeply entranced
by a private conversation it seems to be having with the ruby-hilt
dagger. It nods and chirps and coos as it continues to strangle the grip
in its tiny bloody hands, singing softly and soothingly. The ruby
flashes and glints, almost strobe-like in the sunlight, as though in the
midst of some kind of struggle. But as the hemogoblin continues its
strange lullaby, the gem eventually fades and grows dull, until finally
it resembles nothing more than a lifeless lump of stone.</p>
<p>The hemogoblin releases its death grip on the dagger and lowers its
arms to its sides, allowing the dagger to slip to the ground. It looks
up at you happily with ruby-red eyes that seem to flash in the sunlight,
and it chirps merrily.</p>
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
<p><a
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2023-01/msg00014.html">www</a></p>
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2> <h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p> <p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
<dt> <dt>