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<h1 class="title">BASEMENT QUEST</h1>
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#about" id="toc-about">About</a></li>
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<li><a href="#characters" id="toc-characters">Characters</a>
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#corraidhín" id="toc-corraidhín">Corraidhín</a></li>
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<li><a href="#glarg" id="toc-glarg">Glarg</a></li>
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<li><a href="#inky" id="toc-inky">Inky</a></li>
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<li><a href="#jarrod" id="toc-jarrod">Jarrod</a></li>
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<li><a href="#sneaky-willows" id="toc-sneaky-willows">Sneaky
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Willows</a></li>
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<li><a href="#tea-filler" id="toc-tea-filler">Tea Filler</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#meta" id="toc-meta">Meta</a>
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#policies" id="toc-policies">Policies</a></li>
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<li><a href="#mechanics" id="toc-mechanics">Mechanics</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#paths-and-templates" id="toc-paths-and-templates">Paths
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and Templates</a>
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<ul>
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<li><a href="#path-of-the-retriever" id="toc-path-of-the-retriever">Path
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of the Retriever</a></li>
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<li><a href="#path-of-the-soulsword" id="toc-path-of-the-soulsword">Path
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of the Soulsword</a></li>
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<li><a href="#path-of-the-tasseomancer"
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id="toc-path-of-the-tasseomancer">Path of the Tasseomancer</a></li>
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<li><a href="#path-of-the-were-hare" id="toc-path-of-the-were-hare">Path
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of the Were-Hare</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#chapter-1" id="toc-chapter-1">Chapter 1</a></li>
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<li><a href="#current-story" id="toc-current-story">Current Story</a>
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<li><a href="#00021" id="toc-00021">00021</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><a href="#bestiary" id="toc-bestiary">Bestiary</a></li>
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<li><a href="#geography" id="toc-geography">Geography</a></li>
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<li><a href="#cosmology" id="toc-cosmology">Cosmology</a></li>
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<li><a href="#history" id="toc-history">History</a></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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id="toc-acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</a></li>
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<li><a href="#afterword" id="toc-afterword">Afterword</a></li>
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<h2 id="about">About</h2>
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<p>Total length: 15376 words / 65 minutes</p>
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<p>This is a game that me and the kids in the basement are playing over
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email.</p>
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<p><a
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href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00004.html">www
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thread</a></p>
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<p>You can <a href="#chapter-1">read from the beginning</a>, or jump
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into the <a href="#current-story">current story arc</a>.</p>
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<p>If you’re not on the mailing list and want to keep up with the story,
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you can <a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml">subscribe to
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the rss feed</a>.</p>
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<h2 id="characters">Characters</h2>
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<h3 id="corraidhín">Corraidhín</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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<p>Bio</p>
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</summary>
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<p>They call me Corraidhín, and while my wisened age may seem an
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impediment to our expedition I assure you I make up for it with my sharp
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wit and intellect! By trade I am a scholar, master of the histories of
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this realm, and a dabbler in the arcane and mystic arts.</p>
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<p>I believe my skills naturally lend themselves to this expedition. I’m
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certain you’ll need someone to elucidate upon the history of these
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artifacts, and should trouble come our way I’m ready at hand with spells
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a plenty. I’m not the best with a sword, but can hold my own with a bow
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staff, but it may be best to leave the fighting up to you younguns. If
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we encounter arcane ruins or cryptic texts you’ll find my skills just as
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useful as the finest blade in battle.</p>
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<p>I think with my share of the reward I’ll buy more books. Lots and
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lots of books, a whole library of books! And then I’ll start a library,
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yes that sounds delightful. And maybe one of those books will have some
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information on ridding me of that accursed demon, but that’s another
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story entirely.</p>
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</details>
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<ul>
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<li>Player: sinatra</li>
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<li>XP: 0</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Arcane Lore 2, Sneak 2</li>
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<li>Equipment: Sword of Yam’L, Ginnarak Crystal (Earth)</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Paths:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>Retriever: Contractual Obligation, An Auspicious Start</li>
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<li>Soulsword: Bloodlust</li>
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</ul>
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<h3 id="glarg">Glarg</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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<p>Bio</p>
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</summary>
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<p>I am Glarg, an earth elemental who was conjured by a wizard who was
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immediately beheaded after summoning me. By some freak accident I was
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not sent back home to the earth elemental plane when the spell should
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have ended. While I have learned the common tonge in my time on this
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plane, I have not developed the ability to speak it, because I have no
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mouth. I’m a very gentle soul who is misunderstood because of my hard,
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cold exterior.</p>
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<p>I’m pretty durable and good with rocks.</p>
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<p>With my share of the money, I plan to hire a mage to send me home, or
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turn everyone else into earth elementals.</p>
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</details>
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<li>Player: kindrobot</li>
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<li>XP: 0</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1</li>
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<h3 id="inky">Inky</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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<p>Bio</p>
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</summary>
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<p>Inkulos Iridis greets you merrily! Some call me Inky the Tiny because
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of my slight size (perfectly average for imps, I assure you!) and a
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fondness for ink.</p>
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<p>I may be small and nowhere as battle-hardened as knights in shining
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armour, but I can skip out of a monster’s grasp before you can say
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“scram!”, slip through the cracks (often unseen), scout for useful
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items, and brew all kinds of ink with special effects for discerning
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drinkers.</p>
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<p>What do you plan to do with your cut of the money? Buy lots of ink
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ingredients, of course! With the money, the very first ink patio with
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the best paper nibbles will be opening to serve all from far and wide
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very soon!</p>
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</details>
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<li>Player: mio</li>
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<li>XP: 1</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Persuasive 2, Plantomancy 2</li>
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<li>Equipment: Handy Duffer Discette, Fine Feathered Quills, Jade Tea
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Set, Mountain Range Glyph Ink, Bead of the Werehare</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Paths:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>Retriever: Contractual Obligation, An Auspicious Start</li>
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<li>Were-Hare: Lepusthropy</li>
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<li>Tasseomancer: Reading</li>
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</ul>
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<h3 id="jarrod">Jarrod</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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<p>Bio</p>
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</summary>
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<p>A broad-chested, olive skinned human finishes a pint of ale with a
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long swig. He greets the group with a merry-looking smile, though it
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doesn’t seem to touch his eyes. He seems a touch distracted, as if
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something else is on his mind. A feeling of lingering sadness touches
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his aura.</p>
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<p>“Greetings, my friends! My name is Jarrod. And this here …” he taps a
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heavy warhammer leaning against the back of his chair “… is Gertrude.
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When it comes to danger, consider us your shield. I will blunt what
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dangers may come from ahead and protect those who shelter behind. I’m
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more than good in a fight, specializing in up-close battles and …” he
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gives a small smirk “… alternative forms of negotiations.”</p>
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<p>He leans over and places his elbows on the table, tenting his fingers
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and leaning in with his chin touching them as he continues. A thin
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leather cord adorned with small charms carved from bone is draped around
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his left wrist.</p>
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<p>“Other than that, I’m willing to take on cooking chores and spin the
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occasional tale around a campfire. My cut of the money goes towards
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opening my own tavern when I retire.”</p>
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</details>
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<li>Player: marcus</li>
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<li>XP: 0</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1, Oratory 2</li>
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<li>Equipment: Fascinating Bangle</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Paths:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>Retriever: Contractual Obligation, An Auspicious Start</li>
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</ul>
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<h3 id="sneaky-willows">Sneaky Willows</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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<p>Bio</p>
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</summary>
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<p>I’m “Sneaky” Willows (nobody knows my actual name), an elvish
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pickpocket with a love for sneakin’, stabbin’ and music playin’! Some
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people say I’m no good at music playin’, but then I go sneakin’ and
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stabbin’ em!</p>
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<p>On this team I think I’m gonna be good at sneakin’ up to those
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crystals and grabbin’ em right from under the guard’s noses!</p>
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<p>With my money I’m plannin’ to hire a bard to teach me more music, so
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I can really impress people with my playin’ and maybe not even have to
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stab them!</p>
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</details>
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<li>Player: nico</li>
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<li>XP: 0</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1</li>
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</ul>
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<h3 id="tea-filler">Tea Filler</h3>
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<details>
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<summary>
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<p>Bio</p>
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</summary>
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<p>Who: Teefoon Filler of the Bucket, Knight of the 3rd order of
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Balmarlovemeer, Crester of the Golden-Fringed Ridge and 2nd to the
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Keeper of the Grimoire Glorious. You may call me “Tea.” (Tea is,
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notably, a giant. ~11ft tall).</p>
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<p>What: Retired Cleric turned Archeologist.</p>
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<p>Cash: A sturdy wagon and 5 head of oxen to pull it. I wish to travel
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further than my legs can take me.</p>
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</details>
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<li>Player: eli</li>
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<li>XP: 0</li>
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<li>Skills: Do Anything 1</li>
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</ul>
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<h2 id="meta">Meta</h2>
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<p>Welcome to Basement Quest!</p>
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<p>We’re gonna play this by ear, and cross each bridge only when we get
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to it.</p>
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<h3 id="policies">Policies</h3>
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<ul>
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<li><p>Safety: Practice safe roleplaying.</p>
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<ul>
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<li>X Card: <a href="http://tinyurl.com/x-card-rpg"
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class="uri">http://tinyurl.com/x-card-rpg</a></li>
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<li>TTRPG Safety Toolkit: <a href="https://t.co/gA6hV6VKqm"
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class="uri">https://t.co/gA6hV6VKqm</a></li>
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</ul></li>
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<li><p>Cadence: I’ll move the story along roughly once a week. Hopefully
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that gives everybody time to post something and participate.</p></li>
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<li><p>Inclusion over realism: If you disappear for a while and then
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come back, your character will immediately reappear as though they’ve
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been there the whole time. Come and go as you please. Open door
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policy!</p></li>
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<li><p>Linearity: Respond only to the most recent email in the thread.
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(We might play around with time later, but for now, let’s keep it
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simple.)</p></li>
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<h3 id="mechanics">Mechanics</h3>
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<p>Shoes in the Dark:</p>
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<p><a href="https://dozens.itch.io/shoes-in-the-dark"
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class="uri">https://dozens.itch.io/shoes-in-the-dark</a></p>
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<p>To do something, say that you do it, and then it probably
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happens!</p>
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<p>If there is a risk, or chance of failure, we’ll roll dice to
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determine the outcome. We’ll use a variation of “Roll for Shoes” because
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it’s probably the most simple system there is. Everybody will start out
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pretty even skills wise. But you will eventually get really good at
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really specific things.</p>
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<p>Everybody starts with one skill: <em>Do anything 1</em></p>
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<p>So to attempt to <em>do anything</em>, roll 1d6.</p>
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<li>1 - 3: Things go poorly. Gain 1 xp.</li>
|
||
<li>4 - 5: Partial success / success at cost</li>
|
||
<li>6: Great success!</li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<p>If you roll all sixes, you gain a new +1 skill which must be a subset
|
||
of the skill you just used.</p>
|
||
<p>Example:</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Player: I kick down the door. I’ll roll Do Anything (1) aaaand,
|
||
that’s a six!”</p>
|
||
<p>Referee: You now have “Kicking Down Doors 2”</p>
|
||
<p>Later….</p>
|
||
<p>Player: I bust down the door with a flying kick! I’ll roll Kicking
|
||
Down Doors 2 aaaand, two sixes!</p>
|
||
<p>Referee: You now have “Doorbane 3”</p>
|
||
<p>Player: Siiiick, doors fear me.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Every time you fail a roll, you gain 1 xp.</p>
|
||
<p>You can spend xp to turn any die into a six for the purpose of
|
||
advancement.</p>
|
||
<h2 id="paths-and-templates">Paths and Templates</h2>
|
||
<p>Templates are skills and abilities, organized into <em>paths</em>,
|
||
that players can discover and unlock through play as their characters
|
||
learn and discover more about the world.</p>
|
||
<p>They are the lambda calculus answer to “classes” in traditional
|
||
ttrpgs: a kind of anonymous class that everybody has access to, that you
|
||
can combine and mix and match.</p>
|
||
<p>How it works:</p>
|
||
<p>Each path has a bunch of templates.</p>
|
||
<p>Every template starts with a rank (a number), followed by a name (in
|
||
bold), a trigger (in parenthesis), and finally a description.</p>
|
||
<p>You can unlock any template by satisfying its trigger in-game,
|
||
provided you have already unlocked at least one template of every rank
|
||
below it, in the same path. (The exceptions are templates of rank zero,
|
||
which are the entry level templates for each path, and do not have such
|
||
a requirement.)</p>
|
||
<p>Example:</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Path of the Goblin Slayer</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><ol start="0" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Favored Foe</strong> (Slay 100 goblins): You are now an
|
||
expert when facing this foe. From now on when attacking a goblin, a roll
|
||
of 5 - 6 is considered a critical success. 4 - 5 is a success. And 1 - 3
|
||
is a mixed success.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The path is “Path of the Goblin Slayer”. The rank of the first
|
||
template is 0, so there are no prerequisites. (If it had been, say, 2,
|
||
then you would need to have unlocked a template of rank 1 and of rank 0
|
||
in the same path before unlocking this one.) The name is “Favored Foe”.
|
||
The trigger is “Slay 100 goblins”. And the perk is detailed in the
|
||
description.</p>
|
||
<h3 id="path-of-the-retriever">Path of the Retriever</h3>
|
||
<p>The Perks of the Job</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><ol start="0" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Contractual Obligation</strong> (Agree to retrieve 5
|
||
crystals for the Benefactor): You have access to the Benefactor’s
|
||
resources through your handler, Blavin Blandfoot.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>An Auspicious Start</strong> (Retrieve 1 crystal): You gain
|
||
a team of rivals: the Retrieval Team 70 gophers. If you don’t have a 2
|
||
dice skill yet, gain one of your choosing.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="2" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Two In The Hand</strong> (Retrieve 2 crystals): Two in the
|
||
hand are technically worth four in the bush. That’s the going exchange
|
||
rate, anyway. Gain one 2 dice skill of your choosing.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="3" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>The Triple Lindy</strong> (Retrieve 3 crystals): “Is that
|
||
hard?” “It’s impossible.” Turn any 2 dice skill into a 3 dice
|
||
skill.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="4" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Pareto Roll</strong> (Retrieve 4 crystals): A mere 20% of
|
||
resources drive 80% of the outcomes. What does that have to do with
|
||
crystals? I don’t know, but you have 80% of them now. From now on, you
|
||
can spend 1 xp to reroll any 1 die.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="5" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>HOT TUB PARTY</strong> (Retrieve 5 crystals): You win a
|
||
visit to the Benefactor’s mansion, including dinner and a dip in the hot
|
||
tub!</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<h3 id="path-of-the-soulsword">Path of the Soulsword</h3>
|
||
<p>You have a unique bond with a sentient sword</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><ol start="0" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Bloodlust</strong> (Discover and obtain a sentient, magical
|
||
sword): Your sword has a lust for stabbing that can only be satisfied
|
||
with blood. Your sword counts as a 3 dice skill when attacking, but you
|
||
must also roll to resist being overcome by a mindless bloodlust,
|
||
striking out at whoever happens to be nearby.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Spell Sword</strong> (Cast a spell on your sword after
|
||
satisfying its bloodlust): You can cast a spell on your sword to store
|
||
it for quick casting later: on your turn, if you hit with your sword,
|
||
you can automatically cast the stored spell in addition to doing damage
|
||
with the sword.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<h3 id="path-of-the-tasseomancer">Path of the Tasseomancer</h3>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><ol start="0" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Reading</strong> (Obtain a magical tea set): You can see
|
||
omens in the tea leaves left after drinking tea from your magic tea
|
||
set.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Ceremony</strong> (Perform a ritual tea ceremony every day
|
||
for a month): Time for tea! Once a day, you can announce a tea party,
|
||
temporarily putting an end to any hostilities for as long as it takes to
|
||
enjoy 3 cups of tea.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="2" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Steeping</strong> (Offer something of great personal value
|
||
to the teapot. It vanishes and does not return): Practically anything
|
||
can be steeped in your teapot to extract oils and soluables. Drinking
|
||
such a prepared concoction will temporarily grant you some aspect of
|
||
that which was steeped.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="2" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Gossip</strong> (Betray the trust of a loved one): During a
|
||
tea ceremony, you can compel one creature to answer one question
|
||
truthfully.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="3" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Blending</strong> (Create 24 different infusions): You can
|
||
steep two ingredients at once, gaining benefits from both when drinking
|
||
the infusion.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="3" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Scrying</strong> (Detain a guest at your tea ceremony for 24
|
||
hours): The precise location of anybody who drinks your tea is known to
|
||
you for 24 hours after they consume it.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="3" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Caffeine</strong> (Stay up all night drinking tea for 3
|
||
days): You can boost the stimulant effects of your tea. Perform a tea
|
||
ceremony forgo the need to sleep, while also gaining the benefits of a
|
||
full night’s rest.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="4" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Bottomless Pour</strong> (Make a single pot of tea last you
|
||
three days): Your teapot always has one more cup of tea in it.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<h3 id="path-of-the-were-hare">Path of the Were-Hare</h3>
|
||
<p>You have been cursed to wander this world; half man, half rabbit.</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><ol start="0" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Lepusthropy</strong> (Gain the curse of lepusthropy): Every
|
||
full moon, you become a monstrous human/rabbit hybrid with an insatiable
|
||
craving for fresh vegetables.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Beast Sense</strong> (Talk to a rabbit): Rabbits and hares
|
||
will obey your orders. You can sense when there are rabbits or hares
|
||
nearby.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="2" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Hybrid Form</strong> (Embrace the curse): You can assume
|
||
hybrid form at will. Your sharp, pointy teeth do damage as a 3 dice
|
||
skill. You can only maintain this form for a short time, and are left
|
||
weak afterwards.</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
<li><ol start="2" type="1">
|
||
<li><strong>Beast Form</strong> (Meditate on the form of a rabbit every
|
||
day for a month): You can assume the form or a rabbit or hare. The
|
||
longer you maintain this form, the more risk you won’t be able to change
|
||
back!</li>
|
||
</ol></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<h2 id="chapter-1">Chapter 1</h2>
|
||
<p>This is the first installment of BASEMENT QUEST.</p>
|
||
<p>Jump to: <a href="#00001">1</a> <a href="#00002">2</a> <a
|
||
href="#00003">3</a> <a href="#00004">4</a> <a href="#00005">5</a> <a
|
||
href="#00006">6</a> <a href="#00007">7</a> <a href="#00008">8</a> <a
|
||
href="#00009">9</a> <a href="#00010">10</a> <a href="#00011">11</a> <a
|
||
href="#00012">12</a> <a href="#00013">13</a> <a href="#00014">14</a> <a
|
||
href="#00015">15</a> <a href="#00016">16</a> <a href="#00017">17</a> <a
|
||
href="#00018">18</a> <a href="#00019">19</a> <a href="#00020">20</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00001">00001</h4>
|
||
<p>“Congratulations!” The slightly tipsy hobbit grins and salutes you
|
||
with his martini. “On Retrieval Team 43’s inaugural mission! I’m so
|
||
excited for you, I’m sure you’ll do fantastic!”</p>
|
||
<p>You are all seated around a table in the corner at Lucy’s Basement.
|
||
It is dimly lit and fairly noisy. The walls are covered in red velvet
|
||
curtains, and the tablecloths have little gold tassels. A cloud of
|
||
purple smoke from candles, cigars, and pipes hangs in the air. Waiters
|
||
bustle between tables refilling drinks.</p>
|
||
<p>“So to recap, the Benefactor has tasked you with retrieving the five
|
||
fabled Ginnarak Crystals. I, Blavin Blandfoot, will be your case
|
||
manager. You will be paid handsomely for each crystal you retrieve. And
|
||
if you retrieve all 5, you’ll get to meet the Benefactor at be their
|
||
guest at their <em>glorious mansion!</em>”</p>
|
||
<p>“The first crystal has been spotted near a Gnomish dig site in the
|
||
Tammineaux Forest, just east of here.”</p>
|
||
<p>“I recommend getting started right away!” He polishes off his drink
|
||
and squints at his empty glass. “Well, maybe first thing in the morning.
|
||
Waiter!”</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li>Who are you?</li>
|
||
<li>What role do you think you will fill on the team?</li>
|
||
<li>What do you plan to do with your cut of the money?</li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00002">00002</h4>
|
||
<p>Blavin provides you with a multibeast for your excursion. “Courtesy
|
||
of the Benefactor!” You pack it up with food and supplies, and trek into
|
||
the Tammineaux Forest in search of the first Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
|
||
<p>The forest is lush, thick, and green. You have to hack your way
|
||
through the vines and the brush. There are stinging insects, squawking
|
||
birds, and dangerous forest creatures a plenty. It is hot and
|
||
sticky.</p>
|
||
<p>How will you ever find your way through this wilderness to the dig
|
||
site?</p>
|
||
<p>“Shouldn’t be too hard,” you remember Blavin saying back at Lucy’s,
|
||
gesturing carelessly and sloshing a little bit of his fourth drink.
|
||
“They’re gnomes, after all! Just follow the sound of explosions and
|
||
screaming.”</p>
|
||
<p>Sure enough, before long you hear a mechanical droning and some
|
||
blasting up ahead, punctuated now and then by high pitched screams, and
|
||
you guide the multibeast in that direction.</p>
|
||
<p>Suddenly you are ambushed by a troop of blahoblins! Awful looking
|
||
things. Taut rubbery gray skin. Long flat noses stick out way far from
|
||
their faces. And so do their protruding, lipless mouths full of sharp
|
||
pointy teeth. You didn’t hear them over the noise of the shrieking
|
||
parrots and, in the distance, the shrieking gnomes.</p>
|
||
<p>“SHOE SHINE!!” the first one yells. It is wearing a gold ring on each
|
||
finger (minus the three fingers it is missing), two in each ear, and one
|
||
in its nose. It is dragging a vat of black polish nearly as tall as it
|
||
is.</p>
|
||
<p>“SHOE SHINE!!” a second one agrees. It is wearing a nice waistcoat
|
||
with large gaudy buttons, and a nice looking pocket watch on a gold
|
||
chain. It is dragging a comfy looking chair stuffed with bits of fluff
|
||
and leaves and fur.</p>
|
||
<p>A third one screams, “SHOE SHINE SHOE SHINE!” It has several gold
|
||
teeth and carries a huge block of cheese secured to its back with long
|
||
loops of hempen rope.</p>
|
||
<p>The fourth and final one is wearing what looks like freshly painted
|
||
red shoes and is carrying a lit torch. “SHOE SHIIIIINE!” it screams. It
|
||
is wearing a gold medallion on a gold necklace.</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00003">00003</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>“SHOE SHINE!” Bellows Tea, with a full bodied laugh!</p>
|
||
<p>With a well practiced move, faster than one would think giant like
|
||
Tea could move, Tea removes an object from their satchel.</p>
|
||
<p>…at first glance it appears to be a flail without a handle, but is
|
||
actually a spare pair of giant boots, held by their laces.</p>
|
||
<p>“These could indeed use a good shining.”</p>
|
||
<p>The boot are spectacularly large, probably a 1/2 size too large, in
|
||
all honest, for even Tea’s feet.</p>
|
||
<p>The boots have gold eyelets.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Earrings greedily snatches the boots and start washing, drying, and
|
||
polishing them to a shine. Waistcoat eagerly tugs on Tea’s wrist and
|
||
guides him to the comfy chair, which is decidedly too small for his
|
||
bulky frame. Teeth graciously offers him a wedge of cheese.</p>
|
||
<p>Depending on how observant Tea is, he may or may not notice that the
|
||
boots are returned to him with 1 - 3 fewer eyelets.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Bending down, Inky sniffs the bottles carefully, mumbling, “Creosote,
|
||
shellac, hopweed … ou, wild cherry liquorice.” Then, a little louder to
|
||
one of the blahoblins, though it came out not much more than a squeak,
|
||
“Might I ask from where did you get these?”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>“Shoe Polish! We Make! Roots and ash!” shouts Waistcoat. They seem to
|
||
only have the one volume.</p>
|
||
<p>“Beeswax!” yells Earrings.</p>
|
||
<p>“Resin!” cries Teeth.</p>
|
||
<p>“SHOE SHIIINE!” they all cry in unison.</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00022.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00004">00004</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>“And jolly good polish too, it looks like,” Inky replies, squinting a
|
||
bit at the ichor being smeared onto the boots in Earrings’ large
|
||
calloused hands. “I hear there be some gnomes hereabouts? A camp? With
|
||
your remarkable service, I bet they’d be coming to you all the time to
|
||
get their boots cleaned.”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>“GNOMES!?” Earrings interrobangs loudly and questioningly. It brings
|
||
its hands to the sides of its face, covering its ear holes, and wags its
|
||
oversized head in dismay, squeezing its tiny eyes shut. In the process,
|
||
it smears polish around its face.</p>
|
||
<p>“Gnomes there!” shouts Waistcoat. Its hands busy polishing, it tosses
|
||
its head, gesturing with its prodigious proboscis in the direction you
|
||
were heading. You continue to hear bangs and booms in the distance every
|
||
once a while.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Glarg gurgles something to the effect of “gluggurguuuurglaaaachhhh?”
|
||
Its stance is one of surprise as its disposition changes to that of
|
||
inquisition as its head cranes down to look at the blahoblin carrying
|
||
the smelly rock on its back.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Teeth looks questioningly up at Glarg and experimentally gargles back
|
||
up at it. “GURGLE BURBLE GLUG GLUG?” It smiles apologetically (a
|
||
fearsome sight, its protruding jaws full of tiny pointy teeth) and
|
||
shrugs and asks, “Shoe shine?”</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>It attempts to pick that whole blahoblin up and bring the smelly rock
|
||
to its face for a closer inspection.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>“WAAAAAAH!” Teeth kicks its feet ineffectively and is quite
|
||
helplessly tied to the big smelly rock when Glarg picks it up. The
|
||
smelly rock smells pungent, sharp, earthy, moldy. Definitely could be
|
||
food.</p>
|
||
<p>By this time the blahoblins have polished the shoes of everybody who
|
||
has consented to it, and are packing up. Except for Teeth who is being
|
||
detained by the earth elemental.</p>
|
||
<p>Red Shoes reappears from wherever they have been this whole time with
|
||
a sly smile and rejoins its comrades.</p>
|
||
<p>Your pockets have successfully been picked while you were distracted
|
||
with the shoe shine, but not of anything of particular value.</p>
|
||
<p>What small item(s) will you notice is missing in the hours and days
|
||
to come? How will its absence be a minor inconvenience?</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00031.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00005">00005</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>As the blahoblins were packing up, Inky persuades Waistcoat to sell a
|
||
few small bottles of shoe polish, a roughly round piece of broken glass
|
||
and scraps of cheesecloth from the mountain of debris previously on the
|
||
ground. Inky rolls Do Anything 1 and rolls a 4.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky successfully persuades Waistcoat to sell a few baubles and
|
||
trinkets with the first roll of the game!</p>
|
||
<p>They haggle back and forth a little bit, and Inky ends up paying a
|
||
little more than they wanted to, but they get all the stuff they wanted.
|
||
Yay commerce!</p>
|
||
<p>Having concluded business, the blahoblins pack up and disappear into
|
||
the bushes toting their chair, cheese, and vat of polish.</p>
|
||
<p>The sound of mechanical droning and periodic explosions compel you
|
||
forward to the dig site.</p>
|
||
<p>It is easy to find.</p>
|
||
<p>It is a large hole blasted deep into the ground. There are drills,
|
||
and conveyor belts, earth moving machines, and all kinds of gadgets and
|
||
gizmos, the purpose of which is not always readily apparent. And there
|
||
is a zip line that seems to be the only way down to the bottom.</p>
|
||
<p>The site is absolutely teeming with gnomes. Diminutive humanoids with
|
||
bright red noses and long, long ears, and long, nimble fingers. All
|
||
gnomes are compulsive tinkerers and mechanics, and build fantastic
|
||
contraptions. All gnomes are women, and are all highly explosive. Which
|
||
makes their combustion powered machines extremely dangerous, both for
|
||
themselves and for any unfortunate bystanders close enough to get caught
|
||
in the blast.</p>
|
||
<p>A gnome in a white hat comes running up to you. “You there! Hey! Yes,
|
||
you!”</p>
|
||
<p>“Are you the retrieval team? We’ve been expecting you! The whole dig
|
||
is halted because we accidentally blasted into a whole nest of Kobits,
|
||
and they won’t let us get near to keep digging! They keep sabotaging our
|
||
machines when we try!”</p>
|
||
<p>“They also stole the Ginnarak Crystal that we found! That thing could
|
||
have powered such glorious new machines!” She pouts.</p>
|
||
<p>In the background, a gnome who had crawled half way into a coal bin
|
||
in the side of some kind of excavator suddenly scrambles quickly out,
|
||
smoking, and runs around in circles in a panic. Nearby gnomes dive out
|
||
of the way as she erupts in a small ball of fire. The gnomes wait for
|
||
the smoke to clear and then immediately return to working on the
|
||
contraption.</p>
|
||
<p>The foreman continues talking to you as though nothing happened. She
|
||
leads you over to the edge of the hole and points to the bottom.</p>
|
||
<p>“The entrance to their cave is right down there! The zip line is the
|
||
second fastest way down.”</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00035.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00006">00006</h4>
|
||
<p>Suddenly three anthropomorphic gophers come crashing through the
|
||
trees behind you into the dig site. The first is wearing a sash of many
|
||
pockets. The second is wearing cargo shorts of many pockets. The third
|
||
is wearing a vest of many pockets. Each wears a pair of goggles with
|
||
thick smokey black lenses, and a floppy checkered hat that looks like a
|
||
waffle.</p>
|
||
<p>They march up to the zip-line.</p>
|
||
<p>“Out of the way, losers!” Sash cries. It grabs the zip-line trolley,
|
||
and immediately dives off the side of the cliff and zooms down into the
|
||
deep, deep hole.</p>
|
||
<p>Vest introduces itself, “Retrieval Team 70 here! We are here to
|
||
recover the Ginnarak Crystal that is reported to be at this location.
|
||
After we collect all five, then it will be <em>us</em> who get to hang
|
||
out in the Benefactor’s hot tub! Not you! Ha!”</p>
|
||
<p>Sash has reached the bottom of the deep, deep hole. Shorts starts
|
||
reeling in the pulley.</p>
|
||
<p>Vest leans in close and peers at you through its foggy lenses. “You
|
||
must be the new Retrieval Team 43. Hmmph. Shame what happened to the
|
||
previous Team 43. Hope you know what you’re doing! Would hate to see you
|
||
end up like them!”</p>
|
||
<p>Shorts grabs the trolley and leaps down into the deep, deep hole. It
|
||
sails all the way down, and joins Sash at the bottom.</p>
|
||
<p>“Welp!” Vest concludes with an air of finality. “No hard feelings,
|
||
and all that! After we collect this crystal, we just need four more. And
|
||
then we get to meet the Benefactor! Ha!”</p>
|
||
<p>It waddles off and starts reeling in the trolley.</p>
|
||
<p>Meanwhile, another gnome explodes behind you.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-07/msg00036.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00007">00007</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky peers down at the hole, and after some time, turns to the party.
|
||
“Do you think they’ve cleared most of the gnomes by now, or should we
|
||
wait until they emerge and grab the crystal then?” Gazing at some
|
||
invisible spot farther among the trees, Inky continued, “One of the old
|
||
miners back at the tavern said there used to be a natural maw on the
|
||
southwestern side, but it was blocked when the tunnel caved in many
|
||
years ago. The gnomes don’t waste their efforts on blowing up things
|
||
knowing someone’s already been through them. Chances are there’s only
|
||
one exit, unless this mine is a decoy.”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky peers down the hole and watches Retrieval Team 70 approach the
|
||
kobit caves.</p>
|
||
<p>The maw on the southwestern side did indeed collapse several seasons
|
||
ago. If you know anything about the industrial and intrepid kobits
|
||
however, it is that they have probably dug several alternative, secret
|
||
entrances since then.</p>
|
||
<p>Just as the gophers reach the cave entrance, a large erge, muscles
|
||
rippling beneath its white feathers, emerges from behind a boulder and
|
||
blocks their way forward.</p>
|
||
<p>It raises the feathery crest on the crown of its head, and fluffs up
|
||
its plumage in a dramatic display. It appears to be arguing with the
|
||
gophers. All three gophers appear to be arguing back.</p>
|
||
<p>The egre gestures angrily at the gophers’ feet, shakes its head, and
|
||
crosses its arms defiantly. The gophers look down at their own feet and
|
||
shuffle about as though embarrassed.</p>
|
||
<p>They all exchange a few more words and then the gophers retreat away
|
||
from the egre and the cave entrance. They huddle together briefly and
|
||
then start slowly climbing the scaffolding back up to the top of the
|
||
hole.</p>
|
||
<p>“Oh yeah,” the foreman remarks absentmindedly. “There’s an egre
|
||
guarding the kobit caves.”</p>
|
||
<p>The egre below preens and struts about proudly having chased off the
|
||
gophers.</p>
|
||
<p>“Stubborn things,” the foreman continues. “Easily provoked to
|
||
violence. Impeccable fashion sense though.”</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-08/msg00003.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00008">00008</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky blinks down at their pinecrab apple leather boots consideringly.
|
||
“Tea’s got the fanciest footgear, but at least we aren’t sporting fetid
|
||
foot fungi like stockings. Maybe we could persuade the egre to let us
|
||
through? It might set us back half a day trying to find any kobit holes
|
||
that aren’t just non-portable potties.”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>You look down at your boots. How serendipitous that you just had them
|
||
shined by the blahoblins! You feel confident in your footwear.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhín: I may have a solution to the Egre problem. I gesture
|
||
grandly, as it so happens I always come prepared for a fashion show.</p>
|
||
<p>With a grand gesture I cast a spell to transform my robes into a
|
||
stunning suit, complete with top hat, monocle, and cane</p>
|
||
<p>I’m certain we can convince the fine fellow to let us pass if we look
|
||
the part. Or better yet, I’m almost certain I can distract him while the
|
||
rest of you sneak past, I’ve been told I can be quite verbose and
|
||
boisterous.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhín successfully conjures up a stunning suit, surely the envy
|
||
of every dandy, fop, and gentleman in the southern continent, if not all
|
||
of Basmentaria!</p>
|
||
<p>A nearby gnome gets flush, starts to fan herself excitedly, and then
|
||
explodes dramatically.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>“A splendid idea, with an equally splendid outfit to match!” Inky
|
||
exclaimed. “Then, shall we proceed? Master Corraidhín, at your
|
||
signal.”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>You proceed down into the gnome hole.</p>
|
||
<p>Retrieval Team 70 glares at you from behind their smoked glass
|
||
goggles as you zip line past them. They continue their slow, defeated
|
||
climb up the scaffolding. Vest shakes its gopher fist at you and swears,
|
||
“You haven’t seen the last of us, Retrieval Team 43!”</p>
|
||
<p>At the bottom, on solid ground, you approach the entrance to the
|
||
kobit caves.</p>
|
||
<p>Standing guard at the entrance to the kobit tunnels is a massive
|
||
egre, a fearsome bird beast, muscles rippling and bulging beneath its
|
||
beautiful white plumage. It turns its head and regards you with one jet
|
||
black eye and then the other, snapping its sharp beak in the air as it
|
||
tosses its head back and forth.</p>
|
||
<p>It looks you up and down, and its gaze rests on your freshly polished
|
||
shoes. It huffs and grunts, “Your shoes look clean.” It rests its
|
||
scrutinizing gaze on Corraidhín’s garments. “And YOU look FABULOUS!” it
|
||
exclaims as it tosses its head and beats it wings excitedly.</p>
|
||
<p>“You may enter.” It graciously steps aside with a flourish.</p>
|
||
<p>The smallest of you can stand upright in the kobit tunnels. The
|
||
largest of you have to crawl.</p>
|
||
<p>Kobits are small, vaguely mammalian, vaguely reptilian bipedal cave
|
||
creatures. They are scaly and furry, and live in tunnels deep in the
|
||
earth. They have huge yellow eyes, and long fine whiskers on their
|
||
snouts and faces, all of which help them find their way around in the
|
||
dark. They also have long, thick, coarse, drooping mustaches. The
|
||
overall effect is that they look like tiny, monstrous, perpetually
|
||
startled cowboys.</p>
|
||
<p>You follow the winding tunnel down into the earth.</p>
|
||
<p>You come around a corner and almost bump right into a kobit. It has
|
||
eyes like saucers and an awe-inspiring mustache. It wears a name tag
|
||
(“Corey”) and carries a clipboard. It blinks at you in surprise and then
|
||
asks, “Who are you? What are you doing in here?” Corey flips through the
|
||
pages on its clipboard. “There are no upsiders scheduled to arrive
|
||
today. I don’t think you’re supposed to be here!” Corey glances around
|
||
nervously with its huge eyes and looks about ready to cry out for
|
||
help.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-08/msg00012.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00009">00009</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky smiles at Corey. “Hullo! We’re the waterworks crew from the
|
||
neaby town, here to check the outhouse tunnels, inspect all the pipes
|
||
and so on. We received reports of a blockage somewhere inside the
|
||
networks. Have the tunnels been flushing well lately?” While speaking,
|
||
Inky flashes a waterworker’s ID briefly at the kobit before pocketing it
|
||
and pulling out a pressure gauge, giving the little handle on one side
|
||
of the device a few cranks, and looking back at Corey expectantly.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corey slowly blinks its eyes. “Inspektor?”</p>
|
||
<p>ASIDE: I rolled for Inky and rolled a six, which according to the
|
||
rules means GREAT SUCCESS, and also Inky gets to Level Up: they gain the
|
||
skill Persuasive 2.</p>
|
||
<p>“Of course! Inspektors! Yes, yes, right this way! A surprise
|
||
inspection, how exciting!”</p>
|
||
<p>Corey continues to chatter excitedly as it leads you further into the
|
||
branching, winding tunnels, pointing out particular bits of stonework
|
||
and engineering, and also baubles and trinkets and fossils and artifacts
|
||
that the kobits uncovered in the process of digging their tunnels.</p>
|
||
<p>Your tour eventually brings you into a large cavern with tunnels
|
||
exactly like the one from which you just entered branching off in all
|
||
directions. It makes you dizzy to think of finding your way through this
|
||
labyrinth without a guide.</p>
|
||
<p>In the middle of the cavern is a deep pool with a fountain. At the
|
||
bottom of the pool, a SWORD is thrust into the ground almost up to its
|
||
hilt. A large jewel set deep in the pommel rolls around like an eye in a
|
||
socket and tracks your movement around cavern. A few bubbles float up to
|
||
the surface of the pool.</p>
|
||
<p>And set into the wall on the far side of the room is a massive stone
|
||
door reinforced with thick iron bands. There is a keypad and a small
|
||
printer on the wall next to it.</p>
|
||
<p>“….and so our tour concludes here in the central atrium!” Corey
|
||
concludes excitedly. “Behind this door is the VAULT, where we keep all
|
||
the valuables. Gemstones, gold, crystals, et cetera.”</p>
|
||
<p>“Top notch security!” Corey exclaims tapping the keypad. The printer
|
||
spits out a square of paper. It reads</p>
|
||
<pre><code>ed v1.16
|
||
*
|
||
?
|
||
*
|
||
?
|
||
*e door
|
||
19
|
||
*,n
|
||
1 the door is Locked
|
||
*wq</code></pre>
|
||
<p>“Ha ha!” Corey shakes its head in amazement. “I have no idea how this
|
||
thing works!”</p>
|
||
<p>The eye in the sword watches as Corey clips the small printout to its
|
||
clipboard.</p>
|
||
<p>“Now, I trust you’ll find that everything was in tip-top order! Yes,
|
||
indeed!” Corey wriggles its mustache proudly. “Now if you’ll excuse me,”
|
||
it flips through the pages on its clipboard, “I am late for my next
|
||
appointment. Good day!” Corey turns and walks toward one of the twisty
|
||
little passageways, all alike.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-08/msg00016.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00010">00010</h4>
|
||
<p>Once Corey the Kobit exits the antechamber, you are free to look
|
||
around a little bit.</p>
|
||
<p>The eyesword continues to watch from the bottom of the pool, and the
|
||
Kobit Ed terminal continues to await you by the vault door.</p>
|
||
<p>But also you notice a couple of alcoves along the walls between the
|
||
twisty little passages. Each of them holds a relief sculpture depicting
|
||
one of the three deities of Basmentaria.</p>
|
||
<p>There is Neddas, the wise god of sages and starlight. Androgynous,
|
||
clad in purple robes, depicted with a golden third eye in the middle of
|
||
their forehead. They are shown here stoically bestowing gifts upon the
|
||
inhabitants of Basmentaria.</p>
|
||
<p>And here is Nullar, god of time and tides. A bespectacled male figure
|
||
with a golden third eye on his forehead. He is dressed in a dapper vest
|
||
and bow tie, and is adorned with small cogs and gears. He is depicted
|
||
here looking up at the stars from a mechanical contraption he is working
|
||
on.</p>
|
||
<p>Finally, there is Liandt, goddess of war and flame. A primal,
|
||
elemental deity, she is depicted as a fiery warrior with a golden third
|
||
eye. The relief shows her on the battlefield during the Artifice wars.
|
||
The wars which reduced Ginnarak to the wastes of cinder and ash that
|
||
they are today. The wars which drained Liandt’s divine energies so
|
||
thoroughly that she fell into a deep sleep and has been absent from the
|
||
mortal realms ever since.</p>
|
||
<p>But enough of this lore dump! There is something important
|
||
happening!</p>
|
||
<p>You hear a shuffling and a mumbling approaching from one of the
|
||
twisty little passages.</p>
|
||
<p>You’re already in one of the alcoves studying the relief, so your
|
||
press yourself flat into the recess.</p>
|
||
<p>Three gophers with smoked glass goggles spill out from one of the
|
||
passages. Retrieval team 70! They made it past the egre after all!</p>
|
||
<p>They don’t see you, but head straight to the keypad by the vault.
|
||
They crowd around it and start pressing buttons, arguing and bickering
|
||
with one another.</p>
|
||
<p>The sword at the bottom of the pool seems to roll its eye in
|
||
exasperation.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO?</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-08/msg00017.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00011">00011</h4>
|
||
<p>The Retrieval Team 70 gophers are absolutely losing their minds over
|
||
the ed terminal.</p>
|
||
<p>“It just keeps printing a question mark!” Vest sobs.</p>
|
||
<p>“Try pushing escape?” suggests Shorts somewhat panicking.</p>
|
||
<p>“I’ve tried it! It’s not vi! It doesn’t do anything!” Vest moans.
|
||
“Here you try it if you’re so smart!”</p>
|
||
<p>Sash is balled up on the floor crying, having already had a turn at
|
||
the terminal.</p>
|
||
<p>Shorts carefully steps over them and timidly prods at the keypad.</p>
|
||
<p>A throng of beefy guard kobits come charging into the hall, alerted
|
||
by the gopher racket.</p>
|
||
<p>“Here now! You’re not supposed to be in here!”</p>
|
||
<p>One of them trips over Sash, still balled up on the floor, and
|
||
crashes into Shorts’s back, pinning them to wall. They squeal. Another
|
||
guard grabs Vest by the collar, and after a brief scuffle all three
|
||
gophers are escorted out of the hall despite their howls of protest.</p>
|
||
<p>“I had better check on the vault!” exclaims one of the kobits who
|
||
remains behind.</p>
|
||
<p>They bang a few keys on the terminal and it spits out a slip of
|
||
paper.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>ed v1.6
|
||
19
|
||
P
|
||
*,n
|
||
1 the door is locked
|
||
*1s/locked/open
|
||
?
|
||
*H
|
||
no match
|
||
*1s/Locked/Open
|
||
the door is Open
|
||
*wq
|
||
17</code></pre>
|
||
<p>There is a mechanical whir deep in the walls, and a click and a gasp
|
||
of air as the door swings inward.</p>
|
||
<p>The kobit slips into the vault and the door swings only partly closed
|
||
behind it.</p>
|
||
<p>The sword in the bottom of the pool pointedly narrows its eye at
|
||
you.</p>
|
||
<p>The gods of Basmentaria observe passively from their reliefs in the
|
||
alcoves around you.</p>
|
||
<p>The door to the vault is ajar, the first of the five legendary
|
||
Ginnarak crystals presumably behind it.</p>
|
||
<p>From one of the twisty little passages, you hear a guard kobit
|
||
approaching, singing a sad cowboy song to itself.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00001.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00012">00012</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Harrumph I say as I billow out my mustache. I know exactly what this
|
||
is, I’ve seen these silly terminals at the wizarding academy.
|
||
Fascinating little babbles really, not that easy to use, and I find
|
||
they’re easier to melt with a well placed fireball or two, but I think I
|
||
can get us past without that. Now I might need someone to cover for me
|
||
if that Kobit catches onto what I’m doing, and I’ll say the weird sword
|
||
is starting to creep me out a bit.</p>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin approaches the terminal, cracks his knuckles, and enters:
|
||
1,$p</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The printer spits out a piece of paper:</p>
|
||
<pre><code>The door is Locked</code></pre>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin stares at the paper. Well, that’s not right, the door’s
|
||
only partially closed. Preposterious thing.</p>
|
||
<p>That’s okay, I know how to fix this.</p>
|
||
<p>19 c there is no door, there never was, and never will be. Also the
|
||
Kobit guard forgot to tie his shoes. . w 1,$p</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The printer spits out a slip of paper.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>there is no door, there never was, and never will be. Also the Kobit guard forgot to tie his shoes.</code></pre>
|
||
<p>With a soft pop, the thick stone door vanishes.</p>
|
||
<p>The sword at the bottom of the pool widens its eye in surprise.</p>
|
||
<p>Nothing remains between you and the interior of the vault.</p>
|
||
<p>Some light from the hall spills in and glints off what appears to be
|
||
a mound of gold, gems, and crystals. The rest of its contents are hidden
|
||
from view unless you venture inside.</p>
|
||
<p>You can still hear the guard kobit in the passage, now whistling a
|
||
warbling, lamentful tune. It sounds dangerously close. Best get a move
|
||
on if you want to avoid a confrontation.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>While the wisened scholar inspects the vault door, Inky walks a few
|
||
steps from the antechamber to meet the Kobit guard, pressure gauge and
|
||
tiny notebook in hand. Inky proceeds to ask them about water flow sounds
|
||
in the surrounding area, water stains, signs of potential pests that
|
||
could damage the pipes, and other rather boring elements pertaining to
|
||
modern Basmentia burrow plumbing.</p>
|
||
<p>After a while, seeing as they have been conversing for some time,
|
||
Inky pulls out two small bottles of chilled arrowroot beer from a waist
|
||
pouch and offers one to the Kobit guard.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The big guard kobit’s eyes start to glass over as Inky goes on about
|
||
water pressure and structural integrity.</p>
|
||
<p>But it does graciously accept a bottle arrowroot beer.</p>
|
||
<p>“Well, golly, don’t mind if I do!” It cracks the lid off, toasts to
|
||
your health and takes a long swig.</p>
|
||
<p>“Aaaaaaaah! That hits the spot!”</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin absentmindedly inspects the terminal and door while Inky
|
||
converses with the guard. He’s utterly distracted and talking to
|
||
himself.</p>
|
||
<p>By the gods, it’s gone. Just like that! I thought it’d fizzle or
|
||
something, but it’s gone! I wonder what else I can do with this
|
||
thing.</p>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin wanders back to the terminal and enters another
|
||
command.</p>
|
||
<p>19 c The wise and elderly Corraidhin is now a young and dashing
|
||
rogue, with a very nice hat. .</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The printer spits out a slip of paper:</p>
|
||
<pre><code>?</code></pre>
|
||
<p>Maybe the ed terminal only has jurisdiction over the door to the
|
||
vault.</p>
|
||
<p>Or maybe the machine, the universe, or whatever, is telling you not
|
||
to push your luck.</p>
|
||
<p>By now the big guard kobit, lulled by Inky’s questions and finally
|
||
sedated by the alcohol, is slumped and snoring softly in the mouth of
|
||
one of the twisty little passages.</p>
|
||
<p>You stand before the open vault under the ever watchful gaze of the
|
||
sword at the bottom of the pool of water in the center of the room.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO</p>
|
||
<h4 id="00013">00013</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Psst, Inky, can you poke your head into the vault, see if you can
|
||
spot any crystals. Also, can you tell what kind of gold’s in there?
|
||
Maybe it’s worth something to nab a piece of two for ourselves, you
|
||
know, since we’re so good at vault cracking.</p>
|
||
<p>While you do that I’m going to take a closer look at this sword, it’s
|
||
giving me heeby jeebies.</p>
|
||
<p><em>I cast a spell on the sword to identify its physical, magical,
|
||
and metaphysical properties</em></p>
|
||
<p>“Strange sword, I command thee to divulge your secrets! All that you
|
||
are of, exist in, and imbue from shall be wrought in words of sorcercy
|
||
so that the world my see clear what you are!” I chant as I invoke
|
||
ancient runes with my wand.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhín commands the sword commandingly. But the sword just rolls
|
||
its eye and looks at him exasperatedly.</p>
|
||
<p>Hmm. Yes, no mouth. Well then.</p>
|
||
<p>Corraidhín draws on his mastery of Arcane Lore, and sifts through all
|
||
the knowledge he has filed away on magical swords. There are so many
|
||
books on magic swords!</p>
|
||
<p>While at first you guessed that it may merely be a common Look Sword,
|
||
you have since revised your initial assessment. Look Swords are minor
|
||
magical items, and are not quite as sentient as this particular blade
|
||
appears to be.</p>
|
||
<p>No this must be something a little more special.</p>
|
||
<p>It’s hard to tell from here–the water is not perfectly clear–but the
|
||
pattern on the hilt is kind swirly and whirly. Probably a Sword of
|
||
Omens.</p>
|
||
<p>Unless…</p>
|
||
<p>No, it’s so unlikely.</p>
|
||
<p>And yet.</p>
|
||
<p>If the pattern on the hilt turns out to be more whirly than swirly,
|
||
then it probably is indeed a Sword of Omens.</p>
|
||
<p>But on the other hand, if it is more swirly than whirly, it’s
|
||
possible that this may be then legendary Sword of J’Son.</p>
|
||
<p>If only you could get a closer look…</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky nods and peeks inside the vault, while keeping an ear open for
|
||
any sounds coming from the tunnel where the guard kobit is currently
|
||
sleeping soundly. Small mountains of ancient gold, some as coins and
|
||
some in nuggets of various shapes and sizes, filled most of the cavern
|
||
floor. In one corner were a few chests overflowing with rubies and
|
||
emeralds, with the occasional amethyst and tiny pink diamonds. Whoever
|
||
had this vault set up has amassed a nice hoard!</p>
|
||
<p>Inky whispered back, “Some good old gold! There are also little
|
||
crystals in one of the chests, but I can’t tell if any of them is a
|
||
Ginnarak.”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky hears the drunken cowboy Kobit guard snoring gently. It whistles
|
||
adorably a little bit at the top of each exhale.</p>
|
||
<p>You peek inside the vault just in time to see the lone Kobit guard
|
||
that went inside to check on the vault. It yelps and trips over its own
|
||
feet.</p>
|
||
<p>Its shoes were untied.</p>
|
||
<p>There are indeed piles of gold, gems, and crystals. Chests full of
|
||
precious stones. A few suits of armor. For some reason, a giant clam,
|
||
mouth open to reveal a giant pearl.</p>
|
||
<p>And in the center of it all, atop a stone pedestal, beneath a dome of
|
||
glass, is the blue and gold Ginnarak Crystal. It is the size of a melon,
|
||
and kind of shaped like one. A lumpy, multi-faceted blue and gold
|
||
melon.</p>
|
||
<p>Flitting around the pedestal are a couple of Aurs. Giant ears with
|
||
bat wings. Very keen hearing obviously. Usually more of an annoyance
|
||
than a true deterrent. Unless there’s a Centaur around. Nasty things
|
||
those. A hundred ears with a hundred wings. The size of a small horse.
|
||
They can really ruin your day. Luckily you don’t see one around.</p>
|
||
<p>Finally, curled up on the ground at the base of the pedestal, hugging
|
||
a mound of gold coins like a body pillow, is a nude Kobit, sound asleep.
|
||
It stretches briefly in its sleep and when it does, you are astonished
|
||
to see that it has large leathery wings.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00011.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00014">00014</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Jarrod wanders into the vault. Spotting the Aurs and the Kobits, a
|
||
slow grin starts to spread on his face. Taking a deep breath in, he
|
||
gestures grandiosely around him and booms: “Ah! Come gather round! Hear
|
||
a tale of Triumph! Of Heart! … Maybe even a bit of Nirvana!”</p>
|
||
<p>He saunters over to the giant open clam and poses grandly nearby. His
|
||
eyes sweep across the Kobits, attempting to catch the eyes of each one,
|
||
as he begins to tap the fingers of his left hand rhythmically against
|
||
his thigh, mimicking a heartbeat.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>"Our tale begins with a hero, though one not oft recognized,
|
||
Weaving bureaucratic mysteries across parchment with zeal,
|
||
Though held to account, and by all accounts terrorized,
|
||
By small minded yes-men with power and zeal!
|
||
|
||
Yes, our hero of sorts did not act and avail,
|
||
He gave others their tasks to be done.
|
||
No pleasure he gleaned from the mop or the pail,
|
||
And yet here we begin with the fun!"</code></pre>
|
||
<p>Thus has the epic begun, and Jarrod is pushing the rhythm of the
|
||
words hard, attempting to draw all eyes and ears to himself.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Broad-chested, olive-skinned Jarrod launches into the epic, flanked
|
||
on one side by a giant clam and on the other side by a suit of
|
||
armor.</p>
|
||
<p>The aurs, enraptured, immediately flutter down to rest at his feet to
|
||
listen to the poem.</p>
|
||
<p>The one Kobit that tripped over its own feet rolls over where it lays
|
||
on the ground and listens with naked admiration.</p>
|
||
<p>The naked, winged Kobit rouses from its sleep at the noise with a
|
||
groan. It grouchily rises to its feet, flaps its wings a few times, and
|
||
soars up into the air.</p>
|
||
<p>“My name,” it cries out, “is HORSE! BhrruUHRHUuHRRh! Behold my
|
||
majesty! BrUHrhHHHURHuRu! You shall not steal my blue and gold,
|
||
melon-sized gem! BhrruUHRHUuHRRh! I have such beautiful WINGS!”</p>
|
||
<p>The aurs and the clumsy Kobit all start to fidget as Horse’s outburst
|
||
threatens to break the spell of Jarrod’s captivating oration.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>“Excellent!” Corradihin whispers to Inky nudging her gently as he
|
||
does. “It looks like Jarrod has the Kobits covered, I’m gonna make a
|
||
break for the sword, I’m decently, somewhat, sort of positive that it’s
|
||
the legendary sword of Jason. But if I’m wrong and it’s cursed watch my
|
||
back. I might need a quick save.”</p>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin makes a step forward, “Oh and Inky, if Jarrod’s
|
||
distraction goes awry, shout, I’ll come in fireballs blazing. I highly
|
||
suggest a rapid retreat if it comes to thay.”</p>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin darts towards the sword scrambling over the terrain while
|
||
the actions on the vault. As he approaches the sword he asks the sword
|
||
if it wouldn’t mind coming along for a bit of adventure, and he grabs it
|
||
by the hilt.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhín wades resolutely into the pool. The water rises up to his
|
||
knees, his hips, his shoulders, and finally he dives under about 10 feet
|
||
to the bottom of the pool. The eye of the sword stares at him with great
|
||
intensity as he descends.</p>
|
||
<p>The mage reaches out and firmly grasps the hilt.</p>
|
||
<p>You feel a jolt, and the eye rolls back in its socket.</p>
|
||
<p>You yank on the sword and it budges not one bit. Not one iota!</p>
|
||
<p>You go to adjust your grip. But your hand is stuck fast! Glued to the
|
||
hilt of the sword!</p>
|
||
<p>You look up at the surface of the water, some 10 feet above.</p>
|
||
<p>You look down at the sword that refuses to release you.</p>
|
||
<p>You look more closely at the pattern on the hilt. Egads! Why did you
|
||
not see it before? The pattern is neither whirly nor swirly at all! It
|
||
is in fact kind of spacey and indented.</p>
|
||
<p>This is not the legendary Sword of J’son! It’s so obvious! How could
|
||
you have been so mistaken! This is none other than the infamous Sword of
|
||
Yam’l. Yam’l is of course a superset of J’son, so it is an easy enough
|
||
error to make. And perfectly harmless in an academic setting. It is
|
||
however a costly miscalculation to make while glued to a sword at the
|
||
bottom of a fountain.</p>
|
||
<p>You lungs start to burn a little bit, and you hear a spectral,
|
||
burbling, significant whitespace voice in your head as the sword makes
|
||
intense eye contact with you:</p>
|
||
<pre><code>---
|
||
name: Yam'l
|
||
conditions: {"stuck": "true", "sticky": "true"}
|
||
greatest desire: stabbing
|
||
...</code></pre>
|
||
<p>And then an expectant pause, as though the sword eagerly awaits your
|
||
reply.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky watches Master Corraidhín make his way towards the creepy sword
|
||
with two drams of admiration and a tiny dose of apprehension. Taking out
|
||
a small wrench, a pouch of nuts and bolts, along with some gum twine,
|
||
Inky crouches near the vault archway, listening in a little on Jarrod’s
|
||
epic tale about the unsung hero of sanitation while occasionally looking
|
||
into the pool.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky, from the best seat in the house, hears Jarrod launch into an
|
||
epic poem, and also the beating of leathery wings and a mighty whinny
|
||
and a neigh.</p>
|
||
<p>They also watch Corraidhín dive to the bottom of the fountain, and
|
||
then thrash about a bit with one hand on the hilt of the eye sword.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00015.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00015">00015</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Jarrod raises his right hand and begins adding a new rhythm to his
|
||
beat by slapping his palm against his chest. The resulting beat sounds
|
||
eerily like a galloping horse. Jarrod pushes his voice outward and
|
||
upward, directing his vocal energy at HORSE.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>"A mighty steed did carry our hero through forest, hill and town:
|
||
A comely beast with silky mane and smooth and supple hide.
|
||
One would think that such a stallion needs must have renown,
|
||
But only our dear hero understood, and so did ride."</code></pre>
|
||
<p>Jarrod subtly adjusts the rhythm to a fast, regular beat.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>"Lightning of the hoof!
|
||
Fire in the eye!
|
||
One with blowing wind!
|
||
Strength of mountain high!"</code></pre>
|
||
<p>Jarrod slowly calms the beat back down to a heartbeat with his left
|
||
hand fingers on his thigh again. However, the right now rests close to
|
||
Gertrude’s handle, at the ready.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>"On fated day, our hero does require
|
||
Underlings for which a task is set.
|
||
And yet, this day the underlings and squires
|
||
Have booked their time away from toil and fret."</code></pre>
|
||
<p>While continuing the epic, Jarrod makes note of two options, should
|
||
he need them:</p>
|
||
<ol type="1">
|
||
<li>Should he need, he can dive behind the giant clam; and</li>
|
||
<li>He eyes a path back out the vault, should he be able to draw the
|
||
Aurs and Kobits out with him.</li>
|
||
</ol>
|
||
<p>Jarrod keeps his eyes on HORSE, attempting to react to whatever HORSE
|
||
brings.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>HORSE gives a snort, a groan, and a sigh as the beat of the poem
|
||
accelerates to a trot, and turns its subject to matters of its own
|
||
interest. Namely, himself. HORSE likes to hear its own name, and it
|
||
likes to hear people pay tribute to it with verse. Which is 100% what it
|
||
thinks is going on here.</p>
|
||
<p>HORSE beats its wings a few times and then flaps over to where Jarrod
|
||
is delivering his oration. It stands a little too close, basking in the
|
||
glory of Jarrod’s verse.</p>
|
||
<p>There is now gathered at Jarrod’s feet three Aurs; one clumsy Kobit
|
||
with untied shoe laces; and one naked, winged Kobit named HORSE.</p>
|
||
<p>The blue and gold, melon shaped crystal in the center of the vault
|
||
has been left unguarded. It hovers, suspended, beneath its glass dome on
|
||
top of its pedestal, revolving slowly in place. It looks like a weird
|
||
tiny asteroid. The veins of gold in the stone pulse lightly with
|
||
otherworldly energy.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Damn it Corraidhin thinks to himself, here I am yet again at the
|
||
bottom of some insipid pool stuck by some random magical thing all
|
||
because I didn’t pay enough attention in mythical history class. Bloody
|
||
hell!</p>
|
||
<p>Good thing I paid attention in sorcery and yesteryears secrecry
|
||
administrivia, this little sword won’t stay stuck for too long! My lungs
|
||
if I bungle this though..</p>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin quickly invokes a spell with his spare hand, casting
|
||
mystical runes with his hand.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>sudo chmod -t sowrd_of_yam\'l
|
||
sudo chmod 775 sword_of_yam\'l
|
||
sudo chown corraidhin:party sword_of_yam\'l</code></pre>
|
||
<p>That should do it corraidhin thinks to himself. If not I’m going to
|
||
need to think quick, I’m stuck and there’s no way up without this sword.
|
||
I might be able to transmute the water into air around me, but probably
|
||
only a small pocket which will surely disappear in a gasp. Alternately I
|
||
could try and blast my way down, creating a pocket for the water to flow
|
||
into, but I’d be willing to bet I’ll hurt myself in the process..</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>You trace some watery runes, invoking Sudo to bend reality to your
|
||
will.</p>
|
||
<p>The unschooled masses sometimes erroneously assume that Sudo is a
|
||
deity in its own right. There’s a certain misguided logic to it: an
|
||
invisible force that governs the relationships between entities, and
|
||
infallibly predicts how they will behave? Certainly, it must be an all
|
||
powerful, godlike entity.</p>
|
||
<p>You and your ilk, of course, know that there’s no more intelligence
|
||
behind Sudo than there is behind gravity. No need to correct them
|
||
though. Sometimes it behooves the mage to allow others to think that
|
||
they serve an unfathomable arcane lord.</p>
|
||
<p>There is a dull underwater flash and a muted underwater bang, and you
|
||
feel the sword slip from its stony clinch like a knife tearing through
|
||
soggy bread.</p>
|
||
<p>You push up off the bottom of the pool and rocket to the surface,
|
||
helped–surprisingly–by the sword, which remains glued fast to your hand,
|
||
but which also rises above you as though somehow lighter than water.</p>
|
||
<p>You break the surface of the water and hear joyous laughter.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>"Oh, yes! Well done, Hardy Bear! So very well done indeed! Oh, I had spent so long trapped at the bottom of that pool waiting for a new bear to come and free me. And now here you are! Oh, what a very good day this is. What a magnificent pair we shall be.
|
||
|
||
"Now, let's go stab some evil!"</code></pre>
|
||
<p>You look down at the sword in your hand, and the eye twinkles at you,
|
||
full of adoration and zeal.</p>
|
||
<p>A small wine pitcher splashes into the water next to you. It is
|
||
attached to a thin hose, at the other end of which Inky sits on dry
|
||
land, drinking a cup of tea. They wave.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Inky squints at the silhouette underwater, slightly distorted by the
|
||
occasional ripple on the surface, trying to decipher the odd hand
|
||
gestures and wisps of light coming from below. Why was Master Corraidhín
|
||
repeatedly forming semi-circles with his finger, almost like … the
|
||
handle of a teacup? Was it a request for tea?</p>
|
||
<p>After a pause, Inky rummages inside a bag and brings out a large
|
||
porro and a long rubber hose. The porro is filled with a demi-tasse of
|
||
black grapefruit pekoe from a flask and the spout plugged with an
|
||
eldarberry-flavoured gummy pen nib. Inky strings together a handful of
|
||
brass nuts with twine and ties it to the porro’s handle to act as a
|
||
small weight, then affixes the hose tightly to the open top of the
|
||
porro. Casting a slightly apologetic look in the direction of the water
|
||
for a brew long since gone cold, Inky swings the hose and flings the
|
||
drinking vessel into the pool towards Master Corraidhín, watching for a
|
||
moment as the porro sinks down into the water to hover near his arm. The
|
||
other end of the hose is tied securely to a narrow rock on one side of
|
||
the pool with more twine, the end sticking up in the air like a wiggling
|
||
snorkel.</p>
|
||
<p>Inky returns to crouching near the vault entrance and looking inside
|
||
another small pouch for fresh tea leaves. Waiting is thirsty work!</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>You cast an improvised lifeline to the floundering wizard, and find a
|
||
cache of very fine fermented tea leaves wrapped in waxed paper that you
|
||
left for yourself at some point in the past. How thoughtful and
|
||
considerate of Past You!</p>
|
||
<p>From your vantage point, the sleepy guard Kobit still shows no sign
|
||
of stirring. And Jarrod has a throng of captive beasts listening very
|
||
intently to his stirring, epic poem. HORSE in particular seems to be
|
||
gaining some kind of physical sustenance from the words, snorting and
|
||
whinnying and beating its wings with each new stanza.</p>
|
||
<p>If you can slip through the doorway without disturbing them, there
|
||
will be nothing between you and the now vulnerable Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DOOOOOO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00019.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00016">00016</h4>
|
||
<p><em>RETCON!</em></p>
|
||
<p>Before Corraidhín ascended to the surface of the pool….</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>As Corraidhin finishes his incantation a small porro drifts down
|
||
bonking him on the head. Startled corraidhin begins to move around in
|
||
the pool trying to find his assailant.</p>
|
||
<p>“By the gods what in the world is in this pool with me!” he tugs
|
||
frantically on the sword, and as he does so the porro drifts into view.
|
||
“Oh wait, that..” his eyes follow the rubber hose attached to it up to
|
||
the top of the pool. “Ah ha!” he exclaims immediately inhaling a mouth
|
||
full of water and frantically pulling the porro from the hose with his
|
||
spare hand and teeth. Corraidhin sucks greedily at the air the hose
|
||
provides as he becomes acutely aware of the burning sensation in his
|
||
lungs.</p>
|
||
<p>The porro drifts wistfully to the bottom of the pool, just out of
|
||
reach. A dark liquid rises from it as it comes to rest on the bottom of
|
||
the pool.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>And now back to our show!</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>After heartily congratulating Master Corraidhín on his successful
|
||
sword acquisition in hushed whispers and finishing off a cup of
|
||
blackcurrant tea, Inky retrieves the porro from the bottom of the pool
|
||
with a fishing pole and a few recasts. (Calling that gnarly stick with a
|
||
line, bottle and hook slightly bent out of shape on one end a fishing
|
||
pole would be an affont to any self-respecting fisherfolk though.) Inky
|
||
rinses the pitcher and hose before stowing them away again in the bag
|
||
along with the pole and other ink brewing paraphernalia.</p>
|
||
<p>Refreshed, Inky slips noiselessly inside the vault, edging along the
|
||
wall on the farther side from the crowd now wholly enraptured by
|
||
Jarrod’s grand recital. Seeing the crowd pacified and giving Jarrod a
|
||
thumbs-up, Inky unfurls a long and dusty bolt of dark cloth with the
|
||
words “UNDER MAINTENANCE — NO UNAUTHORISED ENTRY [by order of the
|
||
Basmentaria Bureau of Sanitation]” in roughly-scrawled letters tacked
|
||
onto it, and hung the ends of the cloth so it spanned and completely
|
||
obscured one side of the vault.</p>
|
||
<p>Standing behind the makeshift inspection site, Inky proceeds to fill
|
||
several sacks with gold and gems using a small shovel, before putting
|
||
one of the sacks into their Hacky Duffer Discette (its capacity for
|
||
large storage and small weight is a blessing in disguise for both
|
||
aspiring and afflicted collectors alike).</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>You successfully cordon off a corner of the vault and set up a very
|
||
convincing UNDER CONSTRUCTION banner. It looks straight up like a 90’s
|
||
website.</p>
|
||
<p>You start shoving bags of treasure into your HD Discette, but it only
|
||
accepts 1.44 bags before running out of space. You you leave the
|
||
remaining bags for the others.</p>
|
||
<p>During your excavation, you find a complete set of magnificent,
|
||
ornate, gold-nibbed quills, and also a small wooden rack of bottled
|
||
ink.</p>
|
||
<p>There are a dozen small bottles all arranged in a row, each one with
|
||
a different mysterious glyph, the contents all a slightly different
|
||
shade. As you handle the rack, the ink sloshes around inside. It could
|
||
still be good!</p>
|
||
<p>The fine wooden rack encloses them all and holds them in place by
|
||
means of the lid, which closes securely around the bottle necks. Once
|
||
you open the lid, you can easily retrieve and stow the bottles.</p>
|
||
<p>You also spot a fine jade teapot. A matching set of small cups—no
|
||
handles, no saucers—cluster around the pot like nursing pups.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin clambors out of the pool, magical pokey stick in hand.</p>
|
||
<p>Good show! He exclaims to himself and the sword. Now I can finally
|
||
get a good look at this sword, though for some reason I can’t seem to
|
||
let go, I guess for now I won’t lose it.</p>
|
||
<p>You said you wanted to do some stabbin right? Of evil things? What
|
||
constitutes evil my pointy new friend?</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The sword does indeed remain steadfastly glued to your hand. As you
|
||
swish it around you discover that it seems to get lighter when you hold
|
||
it aloft, and that it trembles and grows increasingly heavy as it
|
||
descends. The sensation is almost as though it has a hollow core in
|
||
which some kind of heavy liquid sloshes around. And as though its blow
|
||
would be devastating.</p>
|
||
<p>The sword relishes being wielded and swung, and grows more and more
|
||
ecstatic. Its eye darts menacingly back and forth, vanquishing imaginary
|
||
enemies with each jab.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>Yes! Yes, I am made for a singular purpose. To RID EVIL. To root out evil, spill its blood, and then do it again! So let's go find some evil, Bear! And then you can just stab it with me.
|
||
|
||
Oh, what constitutes evil, you ask? In my experience, evil can't help but make itself known. You'll know it when you see it.
|
||
|
||
For example, see there? That little inky fellow sneaking into that treasure room? Probably super evil. We should go investigate.</code></pre>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>As corraidhin questions the sword he wanders towards the vault
|
||
peering in to inspect Jarrod’s performance. He’s really good at that,
|
||
what do you think? Actually what do I even call you? Do you like
|
||
nicknames? I was thinking pointy, or stabby, but I’m open to
|
||
suggestions, respect and all that.</p>
|
||
<p>Oh hey, the crystal! It looks like it’s unguarded! Corraidhin slinks
|
||
towards the crystal muttering to his magical sword as he does.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The sword is momentarily distracted by the Aurs and Kobits. Its eye
|
||
widens. It almost seems to shudder with anticipation.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>EEEEEVIL! Rid. Evil. Spill. Repeat.</code></pre>
|
||
<p>You are thankful that the voice seems only to be heard inside your
|
||
own head.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>Oh, my name? I'm sure I had one at some point. Long forgotten by now. No matter, I'm not sad about it. One has no use for a name when instead they have a singular, all-consuming purpose!
|
||
|
||
But, my last Bear called me her Bee. I quite liked that. The bee in her bonnet! Ha! Evil, fear my sting!</code></pre>
|
||
<p>The sword prattles on in your head as you sneak past Jarrod’s
|
||
monstrous storytime and approach the pedestal. Or is it a lectern?</p>
|
||
<p>You arrive unseen. The crystal is a dazzling deep blue, with pulsing
|
||
gold veins. It is oddly shaped, somewhat like an egg. And it floats,
|
||
rotating slowly, suspended in air beneath the glass dome that encloses
|
||
it.</p>
|
||
<p>Drawing on your knowledge of Arcane Lore, you remember that the five
|
||
Ginnarak Crystals played a key role in the Artifice Wars that once
|
||
rampaged across all of Basmentaria. They are sources of tremendous
|
||
power. Some say that, the five of them together, they could kill a god.
|
||
You’re not sure you believe that. But they did definitely reduce the
|
||
once lush and verdant island nation of Ginnarak to cinder wastes and
|
||
deserts of ash. A cataclysmic event that put a resolute end to the
|
||
Artifice Wars.</p>
|
||
<p>You look around the vault. Jarrod is reciting epic poetry and
|
||
mesmerizing the monsters. Inky is pillaging and looting. You have a
|
||
bloodthirsty, sentient sword in one hand; and a large arcane battery of
|
||
a crystal within reach of the other.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00023.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00017">00017</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>While Inky packs the top of a sack with a thin layer of earth from
|
||
under a loose rock, they feel a heated glare in their general direction
|
||
for a few beats and surmises Master Corraidhín had entered the vault
|
||
with his newfound companion. After decades of serving rather … demanding
|
||
customers as an inkling, Inky knew an evil eye directed at them even
|
||
when they can’t see it (while preparing a brew with their back turned,
|
||
for instance) and makes a mental note to give Pointy a wide berth.</p>
|
||
<p>Once the sacks were placed close to the vault entrance for a quick
|
||
haul, Inky returns to the items that had been discovered while digging
|
||
under the loose rock. The set of gold-nibbed quills were swiftly
|
||
pocketed — each quill was finely crafted and felt balanced when held in
|
||
one hand. The malleable tips in a range of sizes would be invaluable for
|
||
testing ink viscosity and smoothness, among other properties. A
|
||
felicitously fantastic find!</p>
|
||
<p>The jade tea set was next to be admired, its deep green hue
|
||
reflecting the age of the stone from which the items were carved. With
|
||
cups for every member of their merry group, the teapot would make a
|
||
worthy addition to any travelling, crystal-seeking tea party. So thin
|
||
and translucent were the small cups, having been expertly crafted, that
|
||
they were almost too fragile to carry around everywhere. A
|
||
non-shattering charm was often applied to heirloom sets meant to be
|
||
passed down through generations, but it is difficult to tell by looking
|
||
whether a set had been charmed unless the spell was a particularly
|
||
strong one. The teapot and cups were returned to the small wooden box
|
||
they were found in and stored away. Perhaps a few crockery talismans
|
||
could be procured at the next town?</p>
|
||
<p>Inky pauses at the rack of bottled ink. The first rule that any
|
||
inkling in training learns is to never trust pre-bottled inks from
|
||
unverified ingredients or unknown sauces. Inky tilts the rack to better
|
||
examine the weird yet vaguely familiar glyphs on the bottles.</p>
|
||
<p>The first glyph was a circle with three dots. The bottle next to it
|
||
was adorned with a swirl, followed by a bottle with a circle surrounding
|
||
a pointing hand or a snail. Another glyph looked like a twisted hook,
|
||
and was that some sort of sinister grinning reptile on the next one??
|
||
Towards the middle of the rack was a bottle with a glyph of what could
|
||
be a mountain with a tunnel at its base. The bottle beside it bore a
|
||
glyph of a block broken to three pieces. Yet another bottle was simply
|
||
stamped with a circle and a dot at its center. Its neighbour held a
|
||
glyph that slightly resembled a mountain range if someone stared very
|
||
hard. The next two bottles bore glyphs that looked like a spiky fish and
|
||
a circle with a pair of horns protruding from it. The last bottle’s
|
||
contents seemed more gooey than the others, with a glyph of a
|
||
helmet-wearing hare.</p>
|
||
<p>The shade of ink within the bottles varied, but all seem to be
|
||
derived from the same indistinct hue. None of the bottles had the usual
|
||
piece of ash paper with bits of string attached to them, but otherwise
|
||
appear to be intact and the vessels themselves top quality, as shown by
|
||
the delicate tarring on the caps. The wooden rack was lightly worn but
|
||
solid in Inky’s hands.</p>
|
||
<p>It was certainly an odd collection. “No hash, no stash” though, as
|
||
the rule of thumb goes. Inky puts the rack down carefully on the floor
|
||
by the sacks, concluding that if anyone wanted to help themselves to the
|
||
bottles, they were hopefully not planning to ingest the contents.</p>
|
||
<p>Dusting off their boots, Inky settles just behind the banner, closer
|
||
to the vault entrance and rousing performance, to watch the crowd around
|
||
Jarrod and listen for any sounds from outside the vault.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>You pack up the quills and the jade tea set, and arrange the bags by
|
||
the vault entrance for quick retrieval.</p>
|
||
<p>As you carry the rack of ink bottles over to the bags, the twelfth
|
||
and final ink bottle, the one with the glyph of the helmet-wearing hare,
|
||
suddenly cracks. Seemingly of its own volition. A tiny shard of glass
|
||
slices the palm of your hand and disappears into the meat at the base of
|
||
your thumb. The gooey ink seeps out of the bottle and paints your hand a
|
||
muddy, rusty blue.</p>
|
||
<p>You jerk your hand back. The ink is swiftly absorbed into your hand
|
||
as though it were a sponge. Soon it’s all gone: the ink, the blood, all
|
||
of it. Nothing remains of the scratch itself but a hair-thin line. If
|
||
you run your finger over it, you can feel the hard nub of the glass
|
||
shard beneath the skin.</p>
|
||
<p>For a moment you can hear the double drum of your own heartbeat
|
||
rushing through your ears. Your senses seem to sharpen. Colors grow more
|
||
crisp, and sounds more clear. But then it passes, and the moment is
|
||
gone.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Harrumph, pointy my friend, that’s just inky. They’re definitely not
|
||
super evil. That’s the finest ink craftsmen and tea preparer this side
|
||
of Basementaria. And we absolutely won’t be stabbing them. There are FAR
|
||
eviler things to stab, potentially that weird naked thing that seems to
|
||
think itself a horse. I could be convinced IT was evil, but wouldn’t use
|
||
attacking it unprovoked make us evil? Surely a sword as ancient and wise
|
||
as you could see the perfectly puzzling philosophical delimna we put
|
||
ourselves in.</p>
|
||
<p>And then this thing, (corraidhin gestures at the crystal), horrible
|
||
magical item used to create untold death, destruction, and mayhem during
|
||
the last Artificer war. Definitely probably evil, if used that way, but
|
||
also filled with untold power that could be used for good! Now would the
|
||
person weilding it be evil just because, or could someone overcome the
|
||
magical nature of a device capable of such evil and apply them for good?
|
||
I for one believe afirmatively that one can overcome such things.</p>
|
||
<p>As corriadhin finishes his philosophical prattling to his new stabby
|
||
friend he pushes the glass case off the crystal and grabs it.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The Sword of Yam’l starts to launch into a long winded reply.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>Oh yes, that winged naked thing is surely evil. Let us stab it, Hardy Bear! Let us stab and stab and stab until --- What's that? Oh no, don't worry. We are unquestionably, infallibly good. I was designed and made for but one purpose, after all. TO RID EVIL! As for the crystal, yes, I suppose you are correct. Wielding a powerful, bloodthirsty, magical item probably does make the wielder evil, and consequently immediately deserving of being stabbed! Say, speaking of stabbing ... that naked, winged thing--</code></pre>
|
||
<p>But then, before the sword can finish its thought (a thought, you are
|
||
quite confident, would end with something like, “let’s stab it!”) you
|
||
knock the glass dome off the pedestal and grab the Ginnarak Crystal.</p>
|
||
<p>You brace yourself. It thrums slightly in your hand but doesn’t do
|
||
anything overtly magical or destructive. In fact it seems perfectly
|
||
inert.</p>
|
||
<p>So there you are. A pointer murder stick attached firmly to one hand,
|
||
and a potential atom bomb of a crystal in the other. But you think
|
||
you’re totally going to pull this off!</p>
|
||
<p>Then the glass dome hits the ground and shatters into dozens of
|
||
pieces.</p>
|
||
<p>HORSE screams and whips around at the noise. “BhrruUHRHUuHRRh! My
|
||
blue and gold melon sized gem! Noooooo! BrUHrhHHHURHuRu!”</p>
|
||
<p>It flaps its wings and wheels up into the air and swoops down at you!
|
||
The three aurs get swept up in the excitement and start flapping around,
|
||
making tiny squeaks of alarm. The remaining kobit leaps to its feet, but
|
||
then trips over its shoelaces.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO??</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00026.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00018">00018</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>From their spot behind the construction banner, Inky pulls a pewter
|
||
bowl, a large wooden spoon and a set of silver spoons from their brewing
|
||
kit. In one quick fluid motion, Inky strikes the bowl with the wooden
|
||
spoon. The sound reverberates soulfully through the domed cavern of the
|
||
vault, like a call to meditation. The kobits too, seem to recognise that
|
||
single, sonorous note.</p>
|
||
<p>After a long pause, Inky taps several silver spoons in rapid
|
||
succession against one another and on a small rock. The result can be
|
||
barely heard by everyone in the vault except the aurs, for whom the
|
||
sounds may resemble the soothing trickle of pebbles flowing along the
|
||
path of a tunnel.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>A rich tone permeates the vault. The Aurs cease their squeaking. You
|
||
don’t hear them say this, but you imagine they’re thinking, “Oh shit, I
|
||
still need to log my sit for Sitember..” And they flutter down to the
|
||
ground and sit in a circle and close their eyes and are still.</p>
|
||
<p>You also hear a deep rumbling somewhere beneath you in response to
|
||
the gentle call. Some of the gold coin dunes start to shift and spill. A
|
||
suit of armor falls over. HORSE and the clumsy kobit halt their advance
|
||
and look around nervously, and then bolt for the front door of the
|
||
vault.</p>
|
||
<p>“BrUHrhHHHURHu-RUN!”</p>
|
||
<p>UH OH WHAT DO!!</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00028.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00019">00019</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Why Stabby, it looks like we won’t need to stab Horse at all, but are
|
||
you any good at stabbing armor?</p>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin stuffs the melon shaped gem into his knapsack and rushes
|
||
towards Inky and Jarrod. Best to get this party started in style
|
||
Corraidhin says as he casts a fireball at the suit of armor, followed
|
||
closely by a second, and a third.</p>
|
||
<p>As corraidhin reaches Inky and Jarrod he raises the Sword of Y’aml
|
||
ready to fight. Stand and deliver you curr!</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The trigger happy mage rushes toward the vault exit, flinging a
|
||
couple of fireballs over his shoulder as he goes.</p>
|
||
<p>Stabby is delighted at the carnage as the suit of armor is blown to
|
||
bits, but also disappointed at the general lack of stabbing.</p>
|
||
<p>The Aurs, deep in meditation nearby, get caught in the conflagration.
|
||
Their kernels swell and pop explosively. Though not as explosively as
|
||
the fireballs.</p>
|
||
<p>The whole Retrieval Team 43 pours into the cavern outside the vault
|
||
as it turns into an inferno, and they are swept up and away in a throng
|
||
of kobits evacuating the tunnels.</p>
|
||
<p>You are deposited, like silt after a flood, outside the caves back at
|
||
the bottom of the gnome hole, where the kobits and the lone egre are
|
||
frantically climbing up the scaffolding, which bends dangerously under
|
||
their combined weight. The gnomes up above are running around in an
|
||
agitated state at the sudden commotion, and a few of them explode in the
|
||
excitement.</p>
|
||
<p>The ground rumbles again, and the entrance to the kobit caves, and
|
||
several feet of the surrounding area, is swallowed up by a sinkhole that
|
||
spreads across half of the bottom of the gnome hole. From the hole
|
||
emerges a gigantic moth-like creature made of a hundred ears of corn and
|
||
a hundred wings. It is bigger than the very largest horse.</p>
|
||
<p>You hear a single word repeated fearfully over and over again by the
|
||
crowd of kobits. “Centaur! Centaur!”</p>
|
||
<p>It crawls up out of the pit, and tastes the vibrations in the air
|
||
with its feelers. It flies clumsily up into the air, flutters, and then
|
||
crashes back into the ground.</p>
|
||
<p>It looks like one of its wings has been singed by fire.</p>
|
||
<p>Undaunted, it crawls across what is left of the bottom of the gnome
|
||
hole toward you, beating its wings as though to bash you with them.
|
||
Which would hurt a lot.</p>
|
||
<p>Yam’l whispers in Corraidhin’s mind.</p>
|
||
<pre><code>Now *that* thing is *definitely* evil!</code></pre>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00030.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h4 id="00020">00020</h4>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Looking around the chaotic scene, one of the vines among the bushes
|
||
caught Inky’s eye. It was one of several bean plants probably native to
|
||
the Tammineaux Forest, with strands of faintly glowing pods hanging from
|
||
the vines.</p>
|
||
<p>Inky snatches several of the dried but luminous bean pods from the
|
||
vines, then sprints a wide circle around the centaur, all the while
|
||
counting out 43 beans and throwing them into the topsoil, where much of
|
||
the earth around the sinkhole had already been turned over by the
|
||
gnomes’ drills and machinery.</p>
|
||
<p>Earlier in the commotion, one of the gnome explosions caused a water
|
||
main leading towards what had been the kobit caves to burst. Water was
|
||
now spraying across the area with the gusto of a fizzy cold spring and
|
||
gathering in small pools over the soil. More water sluiced over the
|
||
moth-like creature’s singed wing, snuffing the remaining embers.</p>
|
||
<p>Within moments, long tendrils shot up from the ground, which rapidly
|
||
thickened at the bases to the size of young southern oak trees, to curl
|
||
gently but firmly around the centaur. “Sister!” a melodious voice
|
||
emanating from somewhere amid the beanstalks exclaimed, “What are you
|
||
doing up? It is not yet autumn. Go back to sleep!”</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The pooling water puts out any of the licking, reaching flames that
|
||
followed the centaur up from below. The dark smoke carries the smell of
|
||
ash, soot, and burnt popcorn up into the air.</p>
|
||
<p>There is no mistaking the climbing vines of the common Tammineaux
|
||
Forest Bean. If you don’t recognize it by the heart-shaped leaves or the
|
||
winding stems, then the luminous, dangling seed pods nestled amongst the
|
||
bulbous pink blossoms are a dead, somewhat obscene, giveaway.</p>
|
||
<p>Inky plucks a handful of the pods and rips them open, meticulously
|
||
counting out a mystical number of individual beans, and sowing them in
|
||
the ash and the mud.</p>
|
||
<p>Vines erupt from the ground and entangle the centaur, dragging it
|
||
gently back toward the sinkhole and whispering a soothing lullaby in its
|
||
ears. The centaur struggles weakly before surrendering to the vine’s
|
||
caress. It is pulled back down underground.</p>
|
||
<p>In the aftermath, there is a handful of leftover beans, and also some
|
||
large, vibrant kernels of corn that flaked off the centaur during the
|
||
struggle.</p>
|
||
<p>You and the first Ginnarak Crystal are able to leave the dig site and
|
||
the Tammineaux Forest without further incident.</p>
|
||
<p>You pack up your faithful multibeast and trek back to the city of
|
||
Vay’Nullar, where your adventure started.</p>
|
||
<p>THE END OF CHAPTER ONE</p>
|
||
<p>EPILOGUE: what are you doing in the final moments of this battle? Or
|
||
on the way home? Or, what are you doing to rest, relax, and recover once
|
||
safely back in town before reporting back to Blavin?</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-09/msg00032.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h2 id="current-story">Current Story</h2>
|
||
<p>Below are emails that I send to the mailing list.</p>
|
||
<p>You can subscribe to these updates with the rss feed.</p>
|
||
<p><a href="https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml"
|
||
class="uri">https://tilde.town/~dozens/quest/rss.xml</a></p>
|
||
<h3 id="00021">00021</h3>
|
||
<p>INTERLUDE</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>A glorious victory!</p>
|
||
<p>In the interim time Corraidhin studies the sword of Y’aml, and
|
||
correctly deduces that he needs to remove the sticky bit to be able to
|
||
sheath the thing.</p>
|
||
<p>sudo chmod -t sword_of_y'aml</p>
|
||
<p>The rest of the interim is spent studying arcane lore surrounding the
|
||
Ginnarak Crystals and their purpose. He also strongly urges the party
|
||
that we should consider very carefuly how we need to proceed with the
|
||
crystal. It’s obvious people don’t want these things getting out, so we
|
||
should ensure that Blavin has good intentions, or at least leaves us out
|
||
of whatever potential evil could occur.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>Corraidhin prepares the incantation and, after removing the sticky
|
||
bit, is able pry his stiff fingers from the grip.</p>
|
||
<p>You sheathe the blade, but its voice continues to ring clearly in
|
||
your head as it prattles on, seeing evil and villainy everywhere and
|
||
encouraging you to stab, stab, stab.</p>
|
||
<p>Your sysorcerous studies, confirmed by the eager and forthright
|
||
sword, suggest that the blade will be able to rest for a while once it
|
||
tastes blood.</p>
|
||
<p>Your former mentor and rival sysorceror Eccentric Kevin calls on you
|
||
one day under the pretense of showing you the latest draft of KDL
|
||
(pronounced “cuddle”), their own “Kevin’s Document Language”, an
|
||
alternative syntax for incantations and personal pet project of theirs
|
||
that has thus far failed, much to their perpetual consternation, to gain
|
||
any traction or adoption in the wider magic community. They are
|
||
insufferably polite and sinisterly supportive. They complain about how
|
||
the obstinant gnus keep standing in the middle of the road trying to
|
||
block traffic, and they demand to know all about your recent exploits
|
||
and adventures.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Once back in town, Inky had the small glass shard in their palm
|
||
removed by a harried-looking healer, who merely shrugged at Inky’s
|
||
account of the disappearing ink and advised them to return if they
|
||
experienced adverse effects before hurrying off to the next patient. A
|
||
visit to the local stationery shop did not yield any answers; the stocky
|
||
human at the counter shook their head apologetically when shown the
|
||
broken ink bottle. However, they did suggest asking at one of the larger
|
||
shops in the city.</p>
|
||
<p>To celebrate their first successful quest, Inky made torties[1] for
|
||
their party with flour ground from some of the large corn kernels at the
|
||
dig site, topped with a sweet nutty squash spread. Babbleberry tea was
|
||
served from their newly acquired jade tea set, now patched with what
|
||
Inky had been assured was an unbreakable seal[2] by a merchant with a
|
||
toothy grin in one of Vay’Nullar’s notorious back alleys.</p>
|
||
<p>Master Corraidhín’s cautionary words of wisdom still echo in Inky’s
|
||
head, though they were secretly tickled by the idea of the crystal being
|
||
actually a rare and previously unknown species of melon with very potent
|
||
magical properties. The very thought of melons was making Inky a bit
|
||
thirsty. Let the warrior and wizard worry about all the potential evils
|
||
of the world — it’s time for a dash to the market for some beatfruit
|
||
juice!</p>
|
||
<hr />
|
||
<p>[1] Also known as torte-teas, as in “Torte-tea, yas?”, which was how
|
||
their previous ink maestro used to greet customers entering the brewery.
|
||
Flat little tea cakes with sugar or spice (or both, which vary by
|
||
region) and sometimes eaten in a loose wrap. Some humans called them
|
||
“crabs” for some reason which baffled Inky, since the torties had no
|
||
pincers … at least none that they could see anyway.</p>
|
||
<p>[2] The seal attached to the bottom of the teapot and each cup had a
|
||
glyph of an unknown object between two hands.</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>The healer removes a small glass bead from Inky’s palm. It is worn
|
||
smooth and round like a marble. If you look closely, you can see a small
|
||
blemish in the center that somewhat resembles either a duck or a rabbit
|
||
depending on how you orient it.</p>
|
||
<p>It is captivating to look at and comforting to hold in your hand. You
|
||
fidget with it often. Now and then you suddenly notice you have been
|
||
gazing at it for some minutes without realizing it.</p>
|
||
<p>You make your party a delightful meal of torties, serving tea from
|
||
the magically reinforced jade set.</p>
|
||
<p>Cleaning up afterwards, you can’t help but notice the patterns of the
|
||
tea leaves in the bottoms of the jade cups.</p>
|
||
<p>YOU FORESEE AN OMEN FOR THE PARTY. WHAT IS IT?</p>
|
||
<p>You dash to the market for beatfruit juice, which you easily find.
|
||
And you find yourself irrationally drawn to the produce. The kale,
|
||
dandelion greens, and beans all look especially scrumptious and … plump
|
||
and juicy?</p>
|
||
<p>An old toothy market attendant sits on a stool by the vegetable stand
|
||
reading the Farmers Almanac. Unsolicited, they mention to you that it is
|
||
only three days until the next full moon.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Jarrod has two things in particular he wants to do when back in town,
|
||
with whatever his cut of the gold is. First, he wants to go looking for
|
||
a cheap, run-down building somewhere in town and buy the property if he
|
||
has enough money (perhaps negotiating a bit where necessary).</p>
|
||
<p>Second, he wishes to seek arcane counsel from Corraidhín, perhaps
|
||
getting a small invocation applied to one of the charms on his arm band.
|
||
Something in the realm of a fascination spell (with an activation word)
|
||
that can be used on occasion to draw attention.</p>
|
||
<p>Jarrod agrees that we should not invite trouble. We shall tread
|
||
cautiously with regards to the crystals.</p>
|
||
<p>Yum, torties!</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>After successfully negotiating the price down a little bit, you are
|
||
able to purchase a run-down building. You are now the proud owner and
|
||
proprietor of the Milk Market building in the Wandering Bazzar district
|
||
of downtown Vay’Nullar.</p>
|
||
<p>The ground level is occupied by longtime district staple Enrique’s
|
||
Empanada Emporium, famous for its signature stuffed pastries and its
|
||
Terrapin Ale, brewed on site by Enrique himself, who happens to be a
|
||
very large humanoid turtle.</p>
|
||
<p>It’s a little seedy and a little divey, but still draws a fair amount
|
||
of foot traffic from shoppers waiting for the eponymous, ambulatory
|
||
bazaar of debatable sentience to wander by. Reliably, a small gang of
|
||
breadpunks can be found loitering here and espousing the virtues of
|
||
social anarchy. Enrique allows their presence and on occasion even buys
|
||
them a round of ale.</p>
|
||
<p>The top two levels are unoccupied. Years upon years ago, this space
|
||
once held large vats for storing and preserving multibeast milk prior to
|
||
being distributed. Some enterprising individual converted and updated
|
||
the space some time ago, but was never able to find a tenant. In any
|
||
case, the space is yours now to do with what you will.</p>
|
||
<p>With Corraidhin’s assistance, you are able to enchant your armband by
|
||
inscribing it with a cross-like glyph with a teardrop-shaped loop in
|
||
place of the vertical upper bar. You now have a FASCINATING BANGLE that
|
||
can, upon activation, compel attention and even potentially inspire
|
||
people to dance about.</p>
|
||
<p>WHAT DO YOU DO</p>
|
||
<p><a
|
||
href="https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00001.html">www</a></p>
|
||
<h2 id="bestiary">Bestiary</h2>
|
||
<p>Some of the creatures who inhabit the world of Basmentaria</p>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Aur</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
Giant ears with bat wings. Very keen hearing obviously. Usually more of
|
||
an annoyance than a true deterent. Unless there’s a Centaur around.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="aur.png" alt="aur" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">aur</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Blahoblin</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
a little goblinoid with the head of a goblin shark
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="goblin.gif" alt="blahoblin" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">blahoblin</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Centaur</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
A hundred ears with a hundred wings. The size of a small horse. They can
|
||
really ruin your day.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="centaur.png" alt="centaur" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">centaur</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Cobit</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
A creature on the cob. The middle life stage of the corn creature,
|
||
between Aur and Centaur. It does not have wings. Its flesh is comprised
|
||
of thousands of hard microkernels. They travel in herds, and can hear at
|
||
the speed of sound.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="cobit.gif" alt="cobit" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">cobit</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<p>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Egre</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
Giant muscle bird. Proud, muscly, vain, fashion forward. Beautiful
|
||
plumage.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="egre.png" alt="egre" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">egre</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<p>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Gnome</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
Tiny tinkerers. Highly combustible. Very explosive. Like making
|
||
contraptions powered by steam and/or coal
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
All gnomes are women. All gnomes are engineers. They have bright red
|
||
noses, and very long ears. And long nimble fingers.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="gnome.gif" alt="gnome" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">gnome</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Gnu</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
Bisonpeople. Long beards, long hair, horns. Poor personal hygiene.
|
||
Uncompromising idealists. They insist on a world of free and open-source
|
||
magic. They refuse to use any magic that they cannot study, modify,
|
||
redistribute, and use however they want. Theirs is a political movement
|
||
that borders on religion. Or a religious movement that borders on
|
||
politics.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="gnu.png" alt="gnu" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">gnu</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Kobit</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
Subterranean scaly ratdog creatures. Big luminous eyes, long droopy
|
||
mustaches. Extremely rarely, they may grow leathery wings, in which case
|
||
they are revered and elevated by the other kobits.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="kobit.png" alt="kobit" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">kobit</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Torque</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
The twisted people. Their bodies literally twisted and warped by magic
|
||
into gruesome forms, these wretched creatures are hated and reviled
|
||
across the lands.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="torque.jpg" alt="torque" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">torque</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<dt>
|
||
<dl>
|
||
<dt>Toque</dt>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
Wild men of the mountains. Their long, sloping, vertically-creased
|
||
foreheads and their bulbous, floppy skullcaps make it look like they
|
||
wear chef’s hats. But no, that’s just what their heads look like.
|
||
</dd>
|
||
<dd>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<figure>
|
||
<img src="toque.jpg" alt="toque" />
|
||
<figcaption aria-hidden="true">toque</figcaption>
|
||
</figure>
|
||
</details>
|
||
</dd>
|
||
</dl>
|
||
<h2 id="geography">Geography</h2>
|
||
<p>Basmentaria is a group of islands that sits between the eastern
|
||
Sugrin Sea and the western Saldin Sea.</p>
|
||
<p>There is Primora, the northern somewhat banana-shaped island.</p>
|
||
<p>And there is Agendell, the southern also slightly banana-shaped
|
||
island. Its largest city is Vay’Nullar, surrounded by the Gnomelands to
|
||
the south, and the Tammineaux Forest to the east. Beyond the forest is
|
||
the Rana’For Valley.</p>
|
||
<p>The two crescent-moon islands reach toward each other, and in the
|
||
center is Ginnarak, the small archipelago comprising the Cinderlands,
|
||
Ashen Vale, the Ember Steppe, and Drakspon Mountain.</p>
|
||
<h2 id="cosmology">Cosmology</h2>
|
||
<p>In a fantasy setting where there objectively are deities who walk the
|
||
earth and interact with humans, “atheism” is sometimes erroneously used
|
||
to signify an indifference to the gods. This is more accurately called
|
||
“transtheism”:</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>Transtheism refers to a system of thought or religious philosophy
|
||
that is neither theistic nor atheistic, but is beyond them. … [A system]
|
||
is theistic in the limited sense that gods exist but are irrelevant as
|
||
they are transcended by … a system that is not non-theistic, but in
|
||
which the gods are not the highest spiritual instance.</p>
|
||
<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transtheism"
|
||
class="uri">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transtheism</a></p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>That is, gods are sufficiently powerful enough to mold the earth and
|
||
shape the destiny of man, but are no different from man in that they are
|
||
fallible, flawed, and able to die.</p>
|
||
<p>They may be greatest power, but are not necessarily the highest
|
||
spiritual or moral authority. Nor are they endlessly enduring or
|
||
lasting.</p>
|
||
<p>THE TRINE:</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><p><strong>Neddas</strong> – Wise god of sages and starlight.
|
||
Androgynous, clad in purple robes, depicted with a golden third eye in
|
||
the middle of their forehead. They are often shown stoically bestowing
|
||
gifts upon the inhabitants of Basmentaria [1].</p></li>
|
||
<li><p><strong>Nullar</strong> – God of time and tides. A bespectacled
|
||
male figure with a golden third eye on his forehead. He is dressed in a
|
||
dapper vest and bow tie, and is adorned with small cogs and gears. He is
|
||
depicted looking up at the stars from a mechanical contraption he is
|
||
working on [1].</p></li>
|
||
<li><p><strong>Liandt</strong> – Goddess of war and flame. A primal,
|
||
elemental deity, she is depicted as a fiery warrior with a golden third
|
||
eye. The relief shows her on the battlefield during the Artifice wars.
|
||
The wars which reduced Ginnarak to the wastes of cinder and ash that
|
||
they are today. The wars which drained Liandt’s divine energies so
|
||
thoroughly that she fell into a deep sleep and has been absent from the
|
||
mortal realms ever since [1].</p></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<p>[1] <a href="#00010">episode 00010</a></p>
|
||
<h2 id="history">History</h2>
|
||
<p>In the days of old, the Artifice Wars ravaged the lands of
|
||
Basmentaria.</p>
|
||
<p>They reduced the once fertile lands of Ginnarak to ash and
|
||
embers.</p>
|
||
<h2 id="spoilers">Spoilers</h2>
|
||
<details>
|
||
<summary>
|
||
<p>SPOILERS!!</p>
|
||
</summary>
|
||
<p>NAMES AND NPCS</p>
|
||
<p>Upcoming NPCs and/or monsters</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li>zai-ni</li>
|
||
<li>zeyeknee</li>
|
||
<li>standard ed</li>
|
||
<li>three fingered gerald</li>
|
||
<li>paladin of emacs</li>
|
||
<li>monks of vim</li>
|
||
<li>gnu zealots</li>
|
||
<li>hinderbloke</li>
|
||
<li>falterchap</li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<p>CRYSTALS</p>
|
||
<p>Each crystal has an associated <em>element</em>, a <em>location</em>
|
||
appropriate to the element, and an <em>aspect</em> of Neddas for the
|
||
guardian and their minions.</p>
|
||
<table>
|
||
<thead>
|
||
<tr class="header">
|
||
<th style="text-align: left;">Element</th>
|
||
<th style="text-align: left;">Location</th>
|
||
<th style="text-align: left;">Aspect</th>
|
||
</tr>
|
||
</thead>
|
||
<tbody>
|
||
<tr class="odd">
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">earth</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">cave</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">coin</td>
|
||
</tr>
|
||
<tr class="even">
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">water</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">underwater pirate shipwreck</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">mirth</td>
|
||
</tr>
|
||
<tr class="odd">
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">wind</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">cloudstuff</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">lore</td>
|
||
</tr>
|
||
<tr class="even">
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">void</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">spaaaaace</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">craft</td>
|
||
</tr>
|
||
<tr class="odd">
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">fire</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">volcano</td>
|
||
<td style="text-align: left;">tact</td>
|
||
</tr>
|
||
</tbody>
|
||
</table>
|
||
<p>The crystals will eventually lead them to Neddas</p>
|
||
<p>IDEAS</p>
|
||
<p>todo:</p>
|
||
<ul class="task-list">
|
||
<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />mio’s (Inky’s) Handy Duffer
|
||
Discette = HD Diskette = better stay away from magnets!!</li>
|
||
<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />The Benefactor is Nullar</li>
|
||
<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />Blavin is a secret agent,
|
||
working for the Golden Iris, a secret society that wants to ‘create
|
||
balance’ by seating a fourth god</li>
|
||
<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" />Nullar got tired of being a god
|
||
and wanted to die, and Neddas agreed to help him. Shit went bad and
|
||
turned Liandt to stone, and Nullar’s leg to stone. Now Nullar is trying
|
||
to gather the Ginnarak crystals to assemble the <em>God Slayer</em> to
|
||
attempt once more to end his own life.</li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<p>completed:</p>
|
||
<ul class="task-list">
|
||
<li><input type="checkbox" disabled="" checked="" />The gang has a
|
||
rival: the gophers of Retrieval Team 70</li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
</details>
|
||
<h2 id="acknowledgements">Acknowledgements</h2>
|
||
<p>The setting, plot, and major non-player characters of Basement Quest
|
||
are all lifted wholesale from Trinyvale, by Not Another D&D
|
||
Podcast.</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><a
|
||
href="https://notanotherdndpodcast.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Trinyvale"
|
||
class="uri">https://notanotherdndpodcast.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Trinyvale</a></li>
|
||
<li><a href="https://www.naddpod.com/"
|
||
class="uri">https://www.naddpod.com/</a></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<p>Paths and Templates are inspired by Caput Caprae and many others.</p>
|
||
<ul>
|
||
<li><a
|
||
href="https://caput-caprae.blogspot.com/2020/11/using-templates.html"
|
||
class="uri">https://caput-caprae.blogspot.com/2020/11/using-templates.html</a></li>
|
||
</ul>
|
||
<p>And if there’s anything else creative or original herein, then it
|
||
probably came from the feverish minds of my players!</p>
|
||
<h2 id="afterword">Afterword</h2>
|
||
<p>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
|
||
more gentle conclusion.</p>
|
||
<p>Thanks for reading.</p>
|
||
<p>dozens@tilde.team</p>
|
||
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|
||
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|