From dd4949f5e38edbea1e2b070ffd5b47f0c94fdd1f Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: "Christopher P. Brown" Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2023 20:20:35 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] 68 --- basement.order | 1 + src/characters/alex.md | 2 +- src/epistolary/00068.md | 103 ++ www/index.html | 86 +- www/rss.xml | 2669 ++++++++++++++++++++------------------- www/spoilers.html | 86 +- 6 files changed, 1651 insertions(+), 1296 deletions(-) create mode 100644 src/epistolary/00068.md diff --git a/basement.order b/basement.order index b118dd2..5e9e936 100644 --- a/basement.order +++ b/basement.order @@ -17,6 +17,7 @@ src/epistolary/00064.md src/epistolary/00065.md src/epistolary/00066.md src/epistolary/00067.md +src/epistolary/00068.md src/notes.md src/acknowledgements.md src/afterword.md diff --git a/src/characters/alex.md b/src/characters/alex.md index 5530582..744181f 100644 --- a/src/characters/alex.md +++ b/src/characters/alex.md @@ -14,7 +14,7 @@ Alex is like Corraidhin in some aspects, he’s younger, more brash, more given - Player: sinatra - XP: 1 - Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2, Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2 -- Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones +- Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones, stone of *courage* Paths: diff --git a/src/epistolary/00068.md b/src/epistolary/00068.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..4c13179 --- /dev/null +++ b/src/epistolary/00068.md @@ -0,0 +1,103 @@ +--- +title: 00068 +created: Wed, 01 Mar 2023 18:14:47 -0700 +updated: Wed, 01 Mar 2023 18:14:47 -0700 +public: yes +syndicated: yes +--- +### 00068 {#00068} + +The fingertips of the Nyxmaer graze the eye and an eldritch wind +begins to howl inside the fish market. + +It whips around and around inside the ritual circle, flipping +blankets and tossing pillows. The dreamers also toss and turn in +their sleep, but still do not wake. The foul wind tugs at their hair +and at their clothing. + +The small candles around the edge of the circle go out, plunging the +room into near darkness. The dark flame of the demon candle sputters. + +The wind screams as it pushes through the small smudged gap in the +circle and out onto the floor of the market. It coils around Rind's +feet and teases at the hem of the child's dress. It ruffles the +duck's feathers. + +The fingertips flick over the eye, caress it, draw it close. And +finally its fist closes tightly around it. + +The last candle goes out, plunging the room into darkness. The wind +and the sirens stop all at once, and in the silence all that can be +heard is the steady rain outside. + +> "Look Trine or not, I need a little more than this. I ain't nobodies +> errand boy, and insofar as I can tell either the Gods are dead, or +> they haven't given a rats ass about me or anyone else. What's more, +> you're claiming to be some sort of divinity, yet you can only +> manifest here amongst my nightmares, the same ones I learned years +> ago to shut out. You never forget the face of your first mark, but +> what they don't tell you is it doesn't have to haunt you either." +> Alex looks directly at the apparition. +> +> "But I'm reasonable too. Give me some proof you say what you are. You +> say you have power to share? Well power I need. I have people to +> protect, and an unclue to rescue. I'll be damned if I let anything +> happen to them. Yet here I am, stuck in this god firsaken place +> chittering away with my own subconcious getting attacked by freaking +> mushrooms people." +> +> "Just give it to me straight Neddas, what assistance are you +> offering, and what must I give in return? If you an guarantee me a +> way to protect those close to me, I don't give a rats ass about the +> rest." + +Neddas silently holds your gaze for a long moment. + +"What you ask of me is fair, since I am asking so much of you." + +They hold out their hands and present you with a stone amulet. It +slightly resembles the Ginnarak Crystals. Much smaller. And more +almond shaped than melon shaped. But it is the same shade of blue, +with the same veins of slightly pulsating gold throughout. It hangs +from a fine chain of small silver links. + +"As long as this stone is in your possession, you will find you have +the courage to do what you think is right. Be aware that it is a +piece of me. And those who know about it will try to take it from +you." + +In the distance you can hear alarms and terrible moans carried on a +howling wind. + +~ + +Corraidhín impatiently flips over the first three tumbrot cards in +front of Inky: + +1. A tall man looks from a battlemented roof over sea and shore; he +holds a globe in his right hand, while a staff in his left rests on +the battlement; another is fixed in a ring. The Rose and Cross and +Lily should be noticed on the left side. + +2. Strange chalices of vision, but the images are more especially +those of the fantastic spirit. + +3. A ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore. +The course is smooth, and seeing that the freight is light, it may be +noted that the work is not beyond his strength. + +Felixe the Cat passes the two six-sided tumbrot dice to Inky and +recites a small pome for the inkling: + +> ``` +> In the superior world it is +> A young man, leaning on his +> to indicate therein. It is +> speaking, to the traditional +> red standard has been +> ``` + +You can suddenly hear an ominous wind whistling outside the club and +battering at the windows. + +"Well?" Balvin prompts. "What do you do?" diff --git a/www/index.html b/www/index.html index f6e3eae..0e2fe93 100644 --- a/www/index.html +++ b/www/index.html @@ -291,6 +291,7 @@
  • 00065
  • 00066
  • 00067
    • +
  • 00068
  • Afterword
  • current story arc.

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    Stats

    -

    Total length: 87088 words / 372 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the +

    Total length: 87969 words / 375 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not just the story.)

    -

    There have been 235 messages posted over 231 days since the first -post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.

    +

    There have been 236 messages posted over 231 days since the first +post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.

    Chapter 1

    This is the first installment of BASEMENT QUEST.

    Jump to: 1 2 down, in a cross. Three across, three high. It sets the remainder of the deck aside and looks at you expectantly.

    WHAT DO YOU DO?

    +

    00068

    +

    The fingertips of the Nyxmaer graze the eye and an eldritch wind +begins to howl inside the fish market.

    +

    It whips around and around inside the ritual circle, flipping +blankets and tossing pillows. The dreamers also toss and turn in their +sleep, but still do not wake. The foul wind tugs at their hair and at +their clothing.

    +

    The small candles around the edge of the circle go out, plunging the +room into near darkness. The dark flame of the demon candle +sputters.

    +

    The wind screams as it pushes through the small smudged gap in the +circle and out onto the floor of the market. It coils around Rind’s feet +and teases at the hem of the child’s dress. It ruffles the duck’s +feathers.

    +

    The fingertips flick over the eye, caress it, draw it close. And +finally its fist closes tightly around it.

    +

    The last candle goes out, plunging the room into darkness. The wind +and the sirens stop all at once, and in the silence all that can be +heard is the steady rain outside.

    +
    +

    “Look Trine or not, I need a little more than this. I ain’t nobodies +errand boy, and insofar as I can tell either the Gods are dead, or they +haven’t given a rats ass about me or anyone else. What’s more, you’re +claiming to be some sort of divinity, yet you can only manifest here +amongst my nightmares, the same ones I learned years ago to shut out. +You never forget the face of your first mark, but what they don’t tell +you is it doesn’t have to haunt you either.” Alex looks directly at the +apparition.

    +

    “But I’m reasonable too. Give me some proof you say what you are. You +say you have power to share? Well power I need. I have people to +protect, and an unclue to rescue. I’ll be damned if I let anything +happen to them. Yet here I am, stuck in this god firsaken place +chittering away with my own subconcious getting attacked by freaking +mushrooms people.”

    +

    “Just give it to me straight Neddas, what assistance are you +offering, and what must I give in return? If you an guarantee me a way +to protect those close to me, I don’t give a rats ass about the +rest.”

    +
    +

    Neddas silently holds your gaze for a long moment.

    +

    “What you ask of me is fair, since I am asking so much of you.”

    +

    They hold out their hands and present you with a stone amulet. It +slightly resembles the Ginnarak Crystals. Much smaller. And more almond +shaped than melon shaped. But it is the same shade of blue, with the +same veins of slightly pulsating gold throughout. It hangs from a fine +chain of small silver links.

    +

    “As long as this stone is in your possession, you will find you have +the courage to do what you think is right. Be aware that it is a piece +of me. And those who know about it will try to take it from you.”

    +

    In the distance you can hear alarms and terrible moans carried on a +howling wind.

    +

    ~

    +

    Corraidhín impatiently flips over the first three tumbrot cards in +front of Inky:

    +
      +

    1. A tall man looks from a battlemented roof over sea and shore; he +holds a globe in his right hand, while a staff in his left rests on the +battlement; another is fixed in a ring. The Rose and Cross and Lily +should be noticed on the left side.

      2. +

    2. Strange chalices of vision, but the images are more especially +those of the fantastic spirit.

      3. +

    3. A ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore. +The course is smooth, and seeing that the freight is light, it may be +noted that the work is not beyond his strength.

      4. +
    +

    Felixe the Cat passes the two six-sided tumbrot dice to Inky and +recites a small pome for the inkling:

    +
    +
    In the superior world it is
+A young man, leaning on his
+to indicate therein. It is
+speaking, to the traditional
+red standard has been
    +
    +

    You can suddenly hear an ominous wind whistling outside the club and +battering at the windows.

    +

    “Well?” Balvin prompts. “What do you do?”

    Afterword

    I don’t know what I’m going to put here, but I didn’t want this document to just abruptly end. So here you go: a kind farewell and a @@ -7342,7 +7420,7 @@ he can slip by.

  • XP: 1
  • Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2, Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2
    • -
  • Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones
    • +
  • Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones, stone of courage

    • Paths:
  • Spoilers
  • current story arc.

    you can subscribe to the rss feed.

    Stats

    -

    Total length: 87088 words / 372 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the +

    Total length: 87969 words / 375 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the length of this entire page, including all the extra bits and bobs. Not just the story.)

    -

    There have been 235 messages posted over 231 days since the first -post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.01.

    +

    There have been 236 messages posted over 231 days since the first +post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.02.

    Chapter 1

    This is the first installment of BASEMENT QUEST.

    Jump to: 1 2 down, in a cross. Three across, three high. It sets the remainder of the deck aside and looks at you expectantly.

    WHAT DO YOU DO?

    +

    00068

    +

    The fingertips of the Nyxmaer graze the eye and an eldritch wind +begins to howl inside the fish market.

    +

    It whips around and around inside the ritual circle, flipping +blankets and tossing pillows. The dreamers also toss and turn in their +sleep, but still do not wake. The foul wind tugs at their hair and at +their clothing.

    +

    The small candles around the edge of the circle go out, plunging the +room into near darkness. The dark flame of the demon candle +sputters.

    +

    The wind screams as it pushes through the small smudged gap in the +circle and out onto the floor of the market. It coils around Rind’s feet +and teases at the hem of the child’s dress. It ruffles the duck’s +feathers.

    +

    The fingertips flick over the eye, caress it, draw it close. And +finally its fist closes tightly around it.

    +

    The last candle goes out, plunging the room into darkness. The wind +and the sirens stop all at once, and in the silence all that can be +heard is the steady rain outside.

    +
    +

    “Look Trine or not, I need a little more than this. I ain’t nobodies +errand boy, and insofar as I can tell either the Gods are dead, or they +haven’t given a rats ass about me or anyone else. What’s more, you’re +claiming to be some sort of divinity, yet you can only manifest here +amongst my nightmares, the same ones I learned years ago to shut out. +You never forget the face of your first mark, but what they don’t tell +you is it doesn’t have to haunt you either.” Alex looks directly at the +apparition.

    +

    “But I’m reasonable too. Give me some proof you say what you are. You +say you have power to share? Well power I need. I have people to +protect, and an unclue to rescue. I’ll be damned if I let anything +happen to them. Yet here I am, stuck in this god firsaken place +chittering away with my own subconcious getting attacked by freaking +mushrooms people.”

    +

    “Just give it to me straight Neddas, what assistance are you +offering, and what must I give in return? If you an guarantee me a way +to protect those close to me, I don’t give a rats ass about the +rest.”

    +
    +

    Neddas silently holds your gaze for a long moment.

    +

    “What you ask of me is fair, since I am asking so much of you.”

    +

    They hold out their hands and present you with a stone amulet. It +slightly resembles the Ginnarak Crystals. Much smaller. And more almond +shaped than melon shaped. But it is the same shade of blue, with the +same veins of slightly pulsating gold throughout. It hangs from a fine +chain of small silver links.

    +

    “As long as this stone is in your possession, you will find you have +the courage to do what you think is right. Be aware that it is a piece +of me. And those who know about it will try to take it from you.”

    +

    In the distance you can hear alarms and terrible moans carried on a +howling wind.

    +

    ~

    +

    Corraidhín impatiently flips over the first three tumbrot cards in +front of Inky:

    +
      +

    1. A tall man looks from a battlemented roof over sea and shore; he +holds a globe in his right hand, while a staff in his left rests on the +battlement; another is fixed in a ring. The Rose and Cross and Lily +should be noticed on the left side.

      2. +

    2. Strange chalices of vision, but the images are more especially +those of the fantastic spirit.

      3. +

    3. A ferryman carrying passengers in his punt to the further shore. +The course is smooth, and seeing that the freight is light, it may be +noted that the work is not beyond his strength.

      4. +
    +

    Felixe the Cat passes the two six-sided tumbrot dice to Inky and +recites a small pome for the inkling:

    +
    +
    In the superior world it is
+A young man, leaning on his
+to indicate therein. It is
+speaking, to the traditional
+red standard has been
    +
    +

    You can suddenly hear an ominous wind whistling outside the club and +battering at the windows.

    +

    “Well?” Balvin prompts. “What do you do?”

    Spoilers

    @@ -7841,7 +7919,7 @@ he can slip by.

  • XP: 1
  • Skills: Do Anything 1, Investigation 2, Illusions 2, Sneaking 2, Sysorcery 2, Stabbing 2
    • -
  • Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones
    • +
  • Equipment: a bunch of STAG drones, stone of courage

    • Paths: