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title: 00071
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created: Thu, 09 Mar 2023 21:05:50 -0700
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updated: Thu, 09 Mar 2023 21:05:50 -0700
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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### 00071 {#00071}
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Neddas loves mortals. Possibly more than they love themself. It's why
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they've diminished their own divinity over the eons by freely giving
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parts of themself away---gifting tiny aspects of themself to the
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mortals. Part of their constant delight in doing so is that even with
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their divine wisdom they can never quite be sure what any mortal or
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mortals will actually do with a sliver of godhood, with a divine
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spark. Consequently they have a lot of experience with giving what
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they thought is a perfect gift only for it to be misused, or for it
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to backfire in some unexpected way.
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The Sword of Y'aml is a prime example. Justice without Wisom turned
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out to be a cruel weapon, seeing evil everywhere and smiting it on
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sight. And Wisdom itself proved as impotent as Justice was
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overzealous: it became as cold and as cruel in its own way, locked
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away in ivory towers, refusing to intervene, made lame by theory and
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academia.
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So now, in this moment, Neddas watches closely to see if they finally
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got it right. Does this mortal have not only the Wisdom to know what
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to do, but also the Courage to do it in the name of Justice?
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> Alex rushes to Marvelo's side and quickly begins to administer
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> medicine to him. "Sorry old friend, it's not much considering the
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> wound, but it should help you at least stay lucid" Alex says as he
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> administers the medicine Inky gave him. He takes quick stock of
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> Marvelo's wound, most of his teeth are gone, his jaw is horribly
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> disfigured, it's doubtful if it'll heal properly. At best he'll need
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> prostethics, potentially a full mechanical jaw. It is essentially a
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> death knell in this kind of work, the perfect normality Marvelo had
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> always strove for would be forever marred by his sudden abnormality.
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> Alex shakes his head, "It's fine Marv, I'm positive we can get this
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> fixed, no worse than at wound Agent 3 took in Cosovo, remember that
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> one? Hell of a thing that" Alex grins grimly, casting a glance over
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> his shoulder. "Alright, you should be set old friend, best I can do
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> for now." Alex hands him back his blaster and sits him up against the
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> wall, the bleeding staunched, but the magled jaw not much better.
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>
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> Alex stands, reloads his pistol, and turns to face the malevolent
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> apparition.
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>
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> "I don't know who the fuck you think you are, or what the fuck you
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> think you're doing. But nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my
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> agents, my friends." Alex approaches the apparition, pistol gripped
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> in one hand, and the crystal pendant Neddas gave him held tight in
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> the other. "Alright Neddas, you said you'd give me something I could
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> protect my friends with. Don't think I believe in it much, but I'd of
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> said until about 15 minutes ago that candles don't produce macabre
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> dentists either." Alex stands before the apparition, daring it to
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> move, come and try me if you dare.
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Alex faces down the howling apparition---pistol in one hand, amulet
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in the other---daring and defiant.
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The wind engulfs him, swirls around him, wraps him in its embrace,
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and presses him to its bosom.
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> While Master Alex faces the screaming presence overhead, Inky steps
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> over to where Marvelo is slumped against the wall. Working quickly,
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> they wipe the blood on the agent's face with a clean kerchief and
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> antiseptic, then gently realign the shattered jaw, wrapping bandages
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> around his head to hold it in place. They pull a blanket laying on
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> the ground nearby over his body before getting to their feet again.
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>
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> At the mention of Neddas, they tense minutely before turning away to
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> stand in a corner, gloved hands in their coat pockets, a quiet
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> witness to the ensuing confrontation.
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Inky continues to patch up Marvelo and watches as the nightmare
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chooses its new vessel.
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Flesh and bone start to materialize around Alex as the Nyxmaer tries
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to encase him in its ribcage and grow a new body.
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The creature starts to take shape, but falters at the threshold of
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creation. It appears to you as though through a smoky haze, or from
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the bottom of a murky well. Something is holding it back from
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materializing.
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It thrashes and redoubles its efforts, desperate to be born. Alex
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stands still in the eye of its storm. You see the Nyxmaer's tiny face
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take shape in the small cyclone. It roars as Alex lifts the amulet,
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and fires his pistol.
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The demon's pinched face wails as the wind no longer presses in on
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Alex from all sides but is suddenly *yanked* toward him. The
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struggling body collapses and folds in on itself. The wind goes out
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of the room as the amulet inhales the Nyxmaer and all its fury.
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And then all is quiet.
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Marvelo looks up at Inky and whimpers.
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A heavy paper envelope, disturbed by the wind, settles to the ground.
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It was torn open in the commotion, and two tickets spill out: "The
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bearer of this ticket is entitled to an all expenses paid trip to the
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moon." It is signed by Blavin Blandfoot and bears the seal of the
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Benefactor.
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WHAT DO YOU DO
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<li><a href="#00068" id="toc-00068">00068</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00069" id="toc-00069">00069</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00070" id="toc-00070">00070</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00071" id="toc-00071">00071</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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@ -371,11 +372,11 @@ 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: 90664 words / 387 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 91533 words / 391 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 243 messages posted over 238 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 247 messages posted over 239 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</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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@ -7660,6 +7661,91 @@ the center of the circle.</p>
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<p>A malevolent force rides the still howling wind and hovers screaming
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up near the ceiling of the fish market.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
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<h3 id="00071">00071</h3>
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<p>Neddas loves mortals. Possibly more than they love themself. It’s why
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they’ve diminished their own divinity over the eons by freely giving
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parts of themself away—gifting tiny aspects of themself to the mortals.
|
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Part of their constant delight in doing so is that even with their
|
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divine wisdom they can never quite be sure what any mortal or mortals
|
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will actually do with a sliver of godhood, with a divine spark.
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Consequently they have a lot of experience with giving what they thought
|
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is a perfect gift only for it to be misused, or for it to backfire in
|
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some unexpected way.</p>
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<p>The Sword of Y’aml is a prime example. Justice without Wisom turned
|
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out to be a cruel weapon, seeing evil everywhere and smiting it on
|
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sight. And Wisdom itself proved as impotent as Justice was overzealous:
|
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it became as cold and as cruel in its own way, locked away in ivory
|
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towers, refusing to intervene, made lame by theory and academia.</p>
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<p>So now, in this moment, Neddas watches closely to see if they finally
|
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got it right. Does this mortal have not only the Wisdom to know what to
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do, but also the Courage to do it in the name of Justice?</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>Alex rushes to Marvelo’s side and quickly begins to administer
|
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medicine to him. “Sorry old friend, it’s not much considering the wound,
|
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but it should help you at least stay lucid” Alex says as he administers
|
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the medicine Inky gave him. He takes quick stock of Marvelo’s wound,
|
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most of his teeth are gone, his jaw is horribly disfigured, it’s
|
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doubtful if it’ll heal properly. At best he’ll need prostethics,
|
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potentially a full mechanical jaw. It is essentially a death knell in
|
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this kind of work, the perfect normality Marvelo had always strove for
|
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would be forever marred by his sudden abnormality. Alex shakes his head,
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“It’s fine Marv, I’m positive we can get this fixed, no worse than at
|
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wound Agent 3 took in Cosovo, remember that one? Hell of a thing that”
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Alex grins grimly, casting a glance over his shoulder. “Alright, you
|
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should be set old friend, best I can do for now.” Alex hands him back
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his blaster and sits him up against the wall, the bleeding staunched,
|
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but the magled jaw not much better.</p>
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<p>Alex stands, reloads his pistol, and turns to face the malevolent
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apparition.</p>
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<p>“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, or what the fuck you
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think you’re doing. But nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my
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agents, my friends.” Alex approaches the apparition, pistol gripped in
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one hand, and the crystal pendant Neddas gave him held tight in the
|
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other. “Alright Neddas, you said you’d give me something I could protect
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my friends with. Don’t think I believe in it much, but I’d of said until
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about 15 minutes ago that candles don’t produce macabre dentists
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either.” Alex stands before the apparition, daring it to move, come and
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try me if you dare.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Alex faces down the howling apparition—pistol in one hand, amulet in
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the other—daring and defiant.</p>
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<p>The wind engulfs him, swirls around him, wraps him in its embrace,
|
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and presses him to its bosom.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>While Master Alex faces the screaming presence overhead, Inky steps
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over to where Marvelo is slumped against the wall. Working quickly, they
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wipe the blood on the agent’s face with a clean kerchief and antiseptic,
|
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then gently realign the shattered jaw, wrapping bandages around his head
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to hold it in place. They pull a blanket laying on the ground nearby
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over his body before getting to their feet again.</p>
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<p>At the mention of Neddas, they tense minutely before turning away to
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stand in a corner, gloved hands in their coat pockets, a quiet witness
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to the ensuing confrontation.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Inky continues to patch up Marvelo and watches as the nightmare
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chooses its new vessel.</p>
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<p>Flesh and bone start to materialize around Alex as the Nyxmaer tries
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to encase him in its ribcage and grow a new body.</p>
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<p>The creature starts to take shape, but falters at the threshold of
|
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creation. It appears to you as though through a smoky haze, or from the
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bottom of a murky well. Something is holding it back from
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materializing.</p>
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<p>It thrashes and redoubles its efforts, desperate to be born. Alex
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stands still in the eye of its storm. You see the Nyxmaer’s tiny face
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take shape in the small cyclone. It roars as Alex lifts the amulet, and
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fires his pistol.</p>
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<p>The demon’s pinched face wails as the wind no longer presses in on
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Alex from all sides but is suddenly <em>yanked</em> toward him. The
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struggling body collapses and folds in on itself. The wind goes out of
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the room as the amulet inhales the Nyxmaer and all its fury.</p>
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<p>And then all is quiet.</p>
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<p>Marvelo looks up at Inky and whimpers.</p>
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<p>A heavy paper envelope, disturbed by the wind, settles to the ground.
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It was torn open in the commotion, and two tickets spill out: “The
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bearer of this ticket is entitled to an all expenses paid trip to the
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moon.” It is signed by Blavin Blandfoot and bears the seal of the
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Benefactor.</p>
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<p>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><a href="#00068" id="toc-00068">00068</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00069" id="toc-00069">00069</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00070" id="toc-00070">00070</a></li>
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<li><a href="#00071" id="toc-00071">00071</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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@ -374,11 +375,11 @@ 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: 90664 words / 387 minute read. (Mind you, that’s the
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<p>Total length: 91533 words / 391 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 243 messages posted over 238 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 247 messages posted over 239 days since the first
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post on July 13, 2022 for a daily post rate of 1.03.</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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@ -7663,6 +7664,91 @@ the center of the circle.</p>
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<p>A malevolent force rides the still howling wind and hovers screaming
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up near the ceiling of the fish market.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
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<h3 id="00071">00071</h3>
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<p>Neddas loves mortals. Possibly more than they love themself. It’s why
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they’ve diminished their own divinity over the eons by freely giving
|
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parts of themself away—gifting tiny aspects of themself to the mortals.
|
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Part of their constant delight in doing so is that even with their
|
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divine wisdom they can never quite be sure what any mortal or mortals
|
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will actually do with a sliver of godhood, with a divine spark.
|
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Consequently they have a lot of experience with giving what they thought
|
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is a perfect gift only for it to be misused, or for it to backfire in
|
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some unexpected way.</p>
|
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<p>The Sword of Y’aml is a prime example. Justice without Wisom turned
|
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out to be a cruel weapon, seeing evil everywhere and smiting it on
|
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sight. And Wisdom itself proved as impotent as Justice was overzealous:
|
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it became as cold and as cruel in its own way, locked away in ivory
|
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towers, refusing to intervene, made lame by theory and academia.</p>
|
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<p>So now, in this moment, Neddas watches closely to see if they finally
|
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got it right. Does this mortal have not only the Wisdom to know what to
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do, but also the Courage to do it in the name of Justice?</p>
|
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<blockquote>
|
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<p>Alex rushes to Marvelo’s side and quickly begins to administer
|
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medicine to him. “Sorry old friend, it’s not much considering the wound,
|
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but it should help you at least stay lucid” Alex says as he administers
|
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the medicine Inky gave him. He takes quick stock of Marvelo’s wound,
|
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most of his teeth are gone, his jaw is horribly disfigured, it’s
|
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doubtful if it’ll heal properly. At best he’ll need prostethics,
|
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potentially a full mechanical jaw. It is essentially a death knell in
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this kind of work, the perfect normality Marvelo had always strove for
|
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would be forever marred by his sudden abnormality. Alex shakes his head,
|
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“It’s fine Marv, I’m positive we can get this fixed, no worse than at
|
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wound Agent 3 took in Cosovo, remember that one? Hell of a thing that”
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Alex grins grimly, casting a glance over his shoulder. “Alright, you
|
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should be set old friend, best I can do for now.” Alex hands him back
|
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his blaster and sits him up against the wall, the bleeding staunched,
|
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but the magled jaw not much better.</p>
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<p>Alex stands, reloads his pistol, and turns to face the malevolent
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apparition.</p>
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<p>“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, or what the fuck you
|
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think you’re doing. But nobody, and I mean nobody, messes with my
|
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agents, my friends.” Alex approaches the apparition, pistol gripped in
|
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one hand, and the crystal pendant Neddas gave him held tight in the
|
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other. “Alright Neddas, you said you’d give me something I could protect
|
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my friends with. Don’t think I believe in it much, but I’d of said until
|
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about 15 minutes ago that candles don’t produce macabre dentists
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either.” Alex stands before the apparition, daring it to move, come and
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try me if you dare.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Alex faces down the howling apparition—pistol in one hand, amulet in
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the other—daring and defiant.</p>
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<p>The wind engulfs him, swirls around him, wraps him in its embrace,
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and presses him to its bosom.</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>While Master Alex faces the screaming presence overhead, Inky steps
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over to where Marvelo is slumped against the wall. Working quickly, they
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wipe the blood on the agent’s face with a clean kerchief and antiseptic,
|
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then gently realign the shattered jaw, wrapping bandages around his head
|
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to hold it in place. They pull a blanket laying on the ground nearby
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over his body before getting to their feet again.</p>
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<p>At the mention of Neddas, they tense minutely before turning away to
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stand in a corner, gloved hands in their coat pockets, a quiet witness
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to the ensuing confrontation.</p>
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</blockquote>
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<p>Inky continues to patch up Marvelo and watches as the nightmare
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chooses its new vessel.</p>
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<p>Flesh and bone start to materialize around Alex as the Nyxmaer tries
|
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to encase him in its ribcage and grow a new body.</p>
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<p>The creature starts to take shape, but falters at the threshold of
|
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creation. It appears to you as though through a smoky haze, or from the
|
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bottom of a murky well. Something is holding it back from
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materializing.</p>
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<p>It thrashes and redoubles its efforts, desperate to be born. Alex
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stands still in the eye of its storm. You see the Nyxmaer’s tiny face
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take shape in the small cyclone. It roars as Alex lifts the amulet, and
|
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fires his pistol.</p>
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<p>The demon’s pinched face wails as the wind no longer presses in on
|
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Alex from all sides but is suddenly <em>yanked</em> toward him. The
|
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struggling body collapses and folds in on itself. The wind goes out of
|
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the room as the amulet inhales the Nyxmaer and all its fury.</p>
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<p>And then all is quiet.</p>
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<p>Marvelo looks up at Inky and whimpers.</p>
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<p>A heavy paper envelope, disturbed by the wind, settles to the ground.
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It was torn open in the commotion, and two tickets spill out: “The
|
||||
bearer of this ticket is entitled to an all expenses paid trip to the
|
||||
moon.” It is signed by Blavin Blandfoot and bears the seal of the
|
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Benefactor.</p>
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<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
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<h2 id="spoilers">Spoilers</h2>
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<details>
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