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- Player: sinatra
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- XP: 1
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- Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2, Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2
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- Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones
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- Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones, stone of *courage*
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Paths:
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title: 00068
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created: Wed, 01 Mar 2023 18:14:47 -0700
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updated: Wed, 01 Mar 2023 18:14:47 -0700
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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---
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### 00068 {#00068}
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The fingertips of the Nyxmaer graze the eye and an eldritch wind
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begins to howl inside the fish market.
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It whips around and around inside the ritual circle, flipping
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blankets and tossing pillows. The dreamers also toss and turn in
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their sleep, but still do not wake. The foul wind tugs at their hair
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and at their clothing.
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The small candles around the edge of the circle go out, plunging the
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room into near darkness. The dark flame of the demon candle sputters.
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The wind screams as it pushes through the small smudged gap in the
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circle and out onto the floor of the market. It coils around Rind's
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feet and teases at the hem of the child's dress. It ruffles the
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duck's feathers.
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The fingertips flick over the eye, caress it, draw it close. And
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finally its fist closes tightly around it.
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The last candle goes out, plunging the room into darkness. The wind
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and the sirens stop all at once, and in the silence all that can be
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heard is the steady rain outside.
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> "Look Trine or not, I need a little more than this. I ain't nobodies
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> errand boy, and insofar as I can tell either the Gods are dead, or
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> they haven't given a rats ass about me or anyone else. What's more,
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> you're claiming to be some sort of divinity, yet you can only
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> manifest here amongst my nightmares, the same ones I learned years
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> ago to shut out. You never forget the face of your first mark, but
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> what they don't tell you is it doesn't have to haunt you either."
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> Alex looks directly at the apparition.
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>
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> "But I'm reasonable too. Give me some proof you say what you are. You
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> say you have power to share? Well power I need. I have people to
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> protect, and an unclue to rescue. I'll be damned if I let anything
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> happen to them. Yet here I am, stuck in this god firsaken place
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> chittering away with my own subconcious getting attacked by freaking
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> mushrooms people."
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>
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> "Just give it to me straight Neddas, what assistance are you
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> offering, and what must I give in return? If you an guarantee me a
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> way to protect those close to me, I don't give a rats ass about the
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> rest."
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Neddas silently holds your gaze for a long moment.
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"What you ask of me is fair, since I am asking so much of you."
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They hold out their hands and present you with a stone amulet. It
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slightly resembles the Ginnarak Crystals. Much smaller. And more
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almond shaped than melon shaped. But it is the same shade of blue,
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with the same veins of slightly pulsating gold throughout. It hangs
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from a fine chain of small silver links.
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"As long as this stone is in your possession, you will find you have
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the courage to do what you think is right. Be aware that it is a
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piece of me. And those who know about it will try to take it from
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you."
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In the distance you can hear alarms and terrible moans carried on a
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howling wind.
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~
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Corraidhín impatiently flips over the first three tumbrot cards in
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front of Inky:
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1. A tall man looks from a battlemented roof over sea and shore; he
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holds a globe in his right hand, while a staff in his left rests on
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the battlement; another is fixed in a ring. The Rose and Cross and
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Lily should be noticed on the left side.
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2. Strange chalices of vision, but the images are more especially
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those of the fantastic spirit.
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3. A ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore.
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The course is smooth, and seeing that the freight is light, it may be
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noted that the work is not beyond his strength.
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Felixe the Cat passes the two six-sided tumbrot dice to Inky and
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recites a small pome for the inkling:
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> ```
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> In the superior world it is
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> A young man, leaning on his
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> to indicate therein. It is
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> speaking, to the traditional
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> red standard has been
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> ```
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You can suddenly hear an ominous wind whistling outside the club and
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battering at the windows.
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"Well?" Balvin prompts. "What do you do?"
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@ -291,6 +291,7 @@
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<li><a href="#00065" id="toc-00065">00065</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00066" id="toc-00066">00066</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00067" id="toc-00067">00067</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00068" id="toc-00068">00068</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#afterword" id="toc-afterword">Afterword</a></li>
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<li><a href="#appendix-a-dramatis-personae"
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@ -364,11 +365,11 @@ into the <a href="#current-story">current story arc</a>.</p>
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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="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 87088 words / 372 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 87969 words / 375 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 235 messages posted over 231 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</p>
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<p>There have been 236 messages posted over 231 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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<h2 id="chapter-1">Chapter 1</h2>
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<p>This is the first installment of BASEMENT QUEST.</p>
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<p>Jump to: <a href="#00001">1</a> <a href="#00002">2</a> <a
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@ -7314,6 +7315,83 @@ new age for Basmentaria!”</p>
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down, in a cross. Three across, three high. It sets the remainder of the
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deck aside and looks at you expectantly.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
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<h3 id="00068">00068</h3>
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<p>The fingertips of the Nyxmaer graze the eye and an eldritch wind
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begins to howl inside the fish market.</p>
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<p>It whips around and around inside the ritual circle, flipping
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blankets and tossing pillows. The dreamers also toss and turn in their
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sleep, but still do not wake. The foul wind tugs at their hair and at
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their clothing.</p>
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<p>The small candles around the edge of the circle go out, plunging the
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room into near darkness. The dark flame of the demon candle
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sputters.</p>
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<p>The wind screams as it pushes through the small smudged gap in the
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circle and out onto the floor of the market. It coils around Rind’s feet
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and teases at the hem of the child’s dress. It ruffles the duck’s
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feathers.</p>
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<p>The fingertips flick over the eye, caress it, draw it close. And
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finally its fist closes tightly around it.</p>
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<p>The last candle goes out, plunging the room into darkness. The wind
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and the sirens stop all at once, and in the silence all that can be
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heard is the steady rain outside.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>“Look Trine or not, I need a little more than this. I ain’t nobodies
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errand boy, and insofar as I can tell either the Gods are dead, or they
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haven’t given a rats ass about me or anyone else. What’s more, you’re
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claiming to be some sort of divinity, yet you can only manifest here
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amongst my nightmares, the same ones I learned years ago to shut out.
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You never forget the face of your first mark, but what they don’t tell
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you is it doesn’t have to haunt you either.” Alex looks directly at the
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apparition.</p>
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<p>“But I’m reasonable too. Give me some proof you say what you are. You
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say you have power to share? Well power I need. I have people to
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protect, and an unclue to rescue. I’ll be damned if I let anything
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happen to them. Yet here I am, stuck in this god firsaken place
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chittering away with my own subconcious getting attacked by freaking
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mushrooms people.”</p>
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<p>“Just give it to me straight Neddas, what assistance are you
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offering, and what must I give in return? If you an guarantee me a way
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to protect those close to me, I don’t give a rats ass about the
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rest.”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Neddas silently holds your gaze for a long moment.</p>
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<p>“What you ask of me is fair, since I am asking so much of you.”</p>
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<p>They hold out their hands and present you with a stone amulet. It
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slightly resembles the Ginnarak Crystals. Much smaller. And more almond
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shaped than melon shaped. But it is the same shade of blue, with the
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same veins of slightly pulsating gold throughout. It hangs from a fine
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chain of small silver links.</p>
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<p>“As long as this stone is in your possession, you will find you have
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the courage to do what you think is right. Be aware that it is a piece
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of me. And those who know about it will try to take it from you.”</p>
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<p>In the distance you can hear alarms and terrible moans carried on a
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howling wind.</p>
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<p>~</p>
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<p>Corraidhín impatiently flips over the first three tumbrot cards in
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front of Inky:</p>
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<ol type="1">
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<li><p>A tall man looks from a battlemented roof over sea and shore; he
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holds a globe in his right hand, while a staff in his left rests on the
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battlement; another is fixed in a ring. The Rose and Cross and Lily
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should be noticed on the left side.</p></li>
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<li><p>Strange chalices of vision, but the images are more especially
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those of the fantastic spirit.</p></li>
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<li><p>A ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore.
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The course is smooth, and seeing that the freight is light, it may be
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noted that the work is not beyond his strength.</p></li>
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</ol>
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<p>Felixe the Cat passes the two six-sided tumbrot dice to Inky and
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recites a small pome for the inkling:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<pre><code>In the superior world it is
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A young man, leaning on his
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to indicate therein. It is
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speaking, to the traditional
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red standard has been</code></pre>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You can suddenly hear an ominous wind whistling outside the club and
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battering at the windows.</p>
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<p>“Well?” Balvin prompts. “What do you do?”</p>
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<h2 id="afterword">Afterword</h2>
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<p>I don’t know what I’m going to put here, but I didn’t want this
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document to just abruptly end. So here you go: a kind farewell and a
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<li>XP: 1</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2,
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Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2</li>
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<li>Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones</li>
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<li>Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones, stone of <em>courage</em></li>
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</ul>
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<p>Paths:</p>
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#00065" id="toc-00065">00065</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00066" id="toc-00066">00066</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00067" id="toc-00067">00067</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00068" id="toc-00068">00068</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#spoilers" id="toc-spoilers">Spoilers</a></li>
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<li><a href="#acknowledgements"
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@ -367,11 +368,11 @@ into the <a href="#current-story">current story arc</a>.</p>
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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="stats">Stats</h2>
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<p>Total length: 87088 words / 372 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 87969 words / 375 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 235 messages posted over 231 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.</p>
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<p>There have been 236 messages posted over 231 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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<h2 id="chapter-1">Chapter 1</h2>
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<p>This is the first installment of BASEMENT QUEST.</p>
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<p>Jump to: <a href="#00001">1</a> <a href="#00002">2</a> <a
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@ -7317,6 +7318,83 @@ new age for Basmentaria!”</p>
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down, in a cross. Three across, three high. It sets the remainder of the
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deck aside and looks at you expectantly.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
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<h3 id="00068">00068</h3>
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<p>The fingertips of the Nyxmaer graze the eye and an eldritch wind
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begins to howl inside the fish market.</p>
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<p>It whips around and around inside the ritual circle, flipping
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blankets and tossing pillows. The dreamers also toss and turn in their
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sleep, but still do not wake. The foul wind tugs at their hair and at
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their clothing.</p>
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<p>The small candles around the edge of the circle go out, plunging the
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room into near darkness. The dark flame of the demon candle
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sputters.</p>
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<p>The wind screams as it pushes through the small smudged gap in the
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circle and out onto the floor of the market. It coils around Rind’s feet
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and teases at the hem of the child’s dress. It ruffles the duck’s
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feathers.</p>
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<p>The fingertips flick over the eye, caress it, draw it close. And
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finally its fist closes tightly around it.</p>
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<p>The last candle goes out, plunging the room into darkness. The wind
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and the sirens stop all at once, and in the silence all that can be
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heard is the steady rain outside.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>“Look Trine or not, I need a little more than this. I ain’t nobodies
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errand boy, and insofar as I can tell either the Gods are dead, or they
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haven’t given a rats ass about me or anyone else. What’s more, you’re
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claiming to be some sort of divinity, yet you can only manifest here
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amongst my nightmares, the same ones I learned years ago to shut out.
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You never forget the face of your first mark, but what they don’t tell
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you is it doesn’t have to haunt you either.” Alex looks directly at the
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apparition.</p>
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<p>“But I’m reasonable too. Give me some proof you say what you are. You
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say you have power to share? Well power I need. I have people to
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protect, and an unclue to rescue. I’ll be damned if I let anything
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happen to them. Yet here I am, stuck in this god firsaken place
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chittering away with my own subconcious getting attacked by freaking
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mushrooms people.”</p>
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<p>“Just give it to me straight Neddas, what assistance are you
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offering, and what must I give in return? If you an guarantee me a way
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to protect those close to me, I don’t give a rats ass about the
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rest.”</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Neddas silently holds your gaze for a long moment.</p>
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<p>“What you ask of me is fair, since I am asking so much of you.”</p>
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<p>They hold out their hands and present you with a stone amulet. It
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slightly resembles the Ginnarak Crystals. Much smaller. And more almond
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shaped than melon shaped. But it is the same shade of blue, with the
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same veins of slightly pulsating gold throughout. It hangs from a fine
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chain of small silver links.</p>
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<p>“As long as this stone is in your possession, you will find you have
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the courage to do what you think is right. Be aware that it is a piece
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of me. And those who know about it will try to take it from you.”</p>
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<p>In the distance you can hear alarms and terrible moans carried on a
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howling wind.</p>
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<p>~</p>
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<p>Corraidhín impatiently flips over the first three tumbrot cards in
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front of Inky:</p>
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<ol type="1">
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<li><p>A tall man looks from a battlemented roof over sea and shore; he
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holds a globe in his right hand, while a staff in his left rests on the
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battlement; another is fixed in a ring. The Rose and Cross and Lily
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should be noticed on the left side.</p></li>
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<li><p>Strange chalices of vision, but the images are more especially
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those of the fantastic spirit.</p></li>
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<li><p>A ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore.
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The course is smooth, and seeing that the freight is light, it may be
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noted that the work is not beyond his strength.</p></li>
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</ol>
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<p>Felixe the Cat passes the two six-sided tumbrot dice to Inky and
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recites a small pome for the inkling:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<pre><code>In the superior world it is
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A young man, leaning on his
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to indicate therein. It is
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speaking, to the traditional
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red standard has been</code></pre>
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</blockquote>
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<p>You can suddenly hear an ominous wind whistling outside the club and
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battering at the windows.</p>
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<p>“Well?” Balvin prompts. “What do you do?”</p>
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<h2 id="spoilers">Spoilers</h2>
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<details>
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<summary>
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<li>XP: 1</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2,
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Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2</li>
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<li>Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones</li>
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<li>Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones, stone of <em>courage</em></li>
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</ul>
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<p>Paths:</p>
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<ul>
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