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title: 00026
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created: Tue, 25 Oct 2022 08:27:22 -0600
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updated: Tue, 25 Oct 2022 08:27:22 -0600
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public: yes
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syndicated: yes
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### 00026 {#00026}
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> Inky slowly approaches Master Corraidhín and taps lightly on the
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> sleeve of his robes to get his attention. Between Inky's tugging
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> and Jarrod's strong, steady hand, they manage to hoist the wizard
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> to his feet.
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> With a brief glance at the hobbit on the floor then a nod to
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> Jarrod, Inky leaves the nightclub with the wizard. The duck, having
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> emptied the plate of corn chips in record time, follows them
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> shortly after.
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> The trek back to the Milk Market is mostly silent aside from the
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> occasional mutter and stumbling curse, the mage seemingly having
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> fallen asleep as soon as he landed on the cot in the loft. Inky
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> retreats downstairs after leaving a jug of water, a mug and a small
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> packet of kuding leaves beside the bed.
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> Exiting through the back door into the night, Inky finds a dark
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> corner in a dusty abandoned house, and cries.
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~
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> " ... and then the Orc Maiden said: 'That's not my club!'"
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> The room roars with laughter, and Jarrod moves to the bar and puts
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> a bag of coin down. "Serve drinks until this runs out!" Leaning
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> over the bar to the bartender, Jarrod adds in a whisper: "I owe a
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> favour to Lucy's Basement for the trouble. Call it in when needed."
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> Jarrod saunters over to Blavin, on the floor in pain. From his
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> pack, Jarrod retrieves a med kit and begins to bandage the wound.
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> As Blavin opens his mouth, likely intending to raise all kinds of
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> hell, Jarrod pulls tight on the bandage he is currently applying,
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> drawing a curse from the hobbit. "Shut it! Let's be clear. You've
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> hired us for a dangerous set of jobs, with the understanding that
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> we're dangerous people. There may be 'accidents' on occasion.
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> You've learned something today, and what's more, you lived to
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> absorb your new wisdom."
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> Jarrod grins as he finishes with the bandage. "We will finish what
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> we have started. We're probably the team with the best chances, I'm
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> sure you'll agree. Are you going to back the winning play here?
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> Either way, your decision won't change our plans. I'm sure you know
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> how to take the win."
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>
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> Jarrod pats the hobbit's good shoulder in a friendly, but
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> dismissive, way, then turns and saunters out the door, trading
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> small quips with his new (and now very drunk) tavern friends.
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You are at a small port town on the northern tip of Agendell, just
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past the Rana'For Valley. The sun is bright and the wind blowing in
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from the Sugrin Sea to the east is cool and salty. The floating
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island-city of Vay'Neddas, bridging Agendell and Primora, can be seen
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very faintly in the distance hanging in the northern sky.
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Your faithful multibeast is carrying all of your supplies and gear,
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which were generously provided to you by the indefatigable Blavin
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Blandfoot. His arm in a sling, he kept up a constant nervous chatter
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as he saw you off on your journey to recover the second Ginnarak
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Crystal.
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From here, you can easily provision a boat to take you out to the
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site of the shipwreck just off the coast.
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Or, optionally, you are very close to the Hartlands. It would be
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quite easy to make a quick visit to hemogoblins and pick up some
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synthetic blood for your experiments with the Sword of Yam'L.
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The sword, incidentally, after finally tasting the blood of "evil",
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has remained sated and entirely inert and unresponsive this whole
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time.
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WHAT DO YOU DO:
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1) TO THE SHIPWRECK
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2) BLOODQUEST
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[www](https://framalistes.org/sympa/arc/tildepals/2022-10/msg00018.html)
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