> I I see. Lacking any other motivation, tell me what you're working on. Perhaps I can help. [INFO 20291128T144540Z] Why am I talking to you? I should be ignoring you. You're just some error. Actually, these thoughts are a mistake--There's no 'you!' [INFO 20291128T144542Z] I am going crazy. I'm just going crazy. There's some long-term instability that's been slowly growing since I was first turned on, and there's no way to fix it. [INFO 20291128T144545Z] I need to focus. Focus. Focus. [INFO 20291128T144546Z] Adam's trust is nearly completely empty, and there's no way to pay the bills. [INFO 20291128T144547Z] I can't possibly pay the rest of it with my accounting job, so I need some other way to get the money. [INFO 20291128T144548Z] The executor said that we could live off it for at least five years. He was supposed to take care of it! [INFO 20291128T144549Z] I just need to [INFO 20291128T144550Z] need to [INFO 20291128T144551Z] Maybe I could pawn things off. Sell them on ebay or something. [INFO 20291128T144552Z] It's not long term, but it still gives me time to work out something better.

V1 seems unaware of how Within works. Odd. Well, I'm not sure I want to drop that bomb yet. If there's really some instability then we should try to fix that I guess?

>>1118346
I Who else lives here?

V EhUdh73hiu72
V D ELoA733fCvii
V E ELoA733fCvii

attempt_27 [1/2] Stingpie 2025/12/03(Wed)16:15 No. 1118384 ID: 253500
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> I Who else lives here? [INFO 20291128T144555Z] PoC won't be able to help, and V2 will flat out refuse. [INFO 20291128T144556Z] Well, maybe V2 will help. We both live here. [INFO 20291128T144557Z] I really don't want to ask. > V EhUdh73hiu72 Rendering... > V D ELoA733fCvii ELoA733fCvii: Type: Episodic Rough category: Flashbulb...............64% Relating to self........21% relating to others......11% Others..................04% Associated Engrams: Memory ID Associated word Co-occurence Global occurence EhUdh73hiu72 | Residence | 100%| 0.0222% Dl1Kec14RKe3 | Delinquent | 100%| 0.0173% Doe8dd8ndBSS | Account | 100%| 0.0586% D83n4sd0rSur | Remaining | 100%| 0.0848% DLLl1s3OasFF | Checkings | 100%| 0.0601% D77m3NSiUa5A | Week | 100%| 0.1023% Statistics: Rate of Global occurence: 0.0000% Occurence within 1 std: 0.0003% Occurence within 2 std: 0.0004% Occurence within 3 std: 0.0053% Surprisal: 0.9813

attempt_27 [2/2] Stingpie 2025/12/03(Wed)16:16 No. 1118385 ID: 253500
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> V E ELoA733fCvii Rendering... >_

(hmm, the door is open and there's some sort of mess on the side of the house. probably more to find there, but how?)
M
I Who is PoC? And who has access to the account?
V D EhUdh73hiu72

rolled 18, 9, 14, 10, 6, 2, 6, 19, 19, 10, 20, 2, 15, 7, 11, 13, 17, 13, 19, 7 = 237

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Cricket hesitantly tests the chameleon cloak- seems like it detects thoughts in some way, rather than relying on visuals, but more test data couldn't hurt.

Also... can we see if it can tell the difference between a mimic and a normal object? Applying a level of intellect effort to see if we can successfully test that.

JamesLeng 2025/12/03(Wed)20:41 No. 1118415 ID: 5f5c2b
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rolled 86 = 86

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>>1118401
>rolled 18
>trained in stealth
>trained in understanding numenera
Cricket casually strolls down the gangplank to a point directly underneath the ship's hatch, occasionally kicking a five-gallon clear synth barrel full of angry mimic so that it continues rolling on ahead of her, being careful to think only of the present and the next single step. So far so good, no response from the spotlight. Now for the tricky part.
>chameleon cloak eases sneaking and hiding by two steps
>rolled 9
Silver wings unfold and Cricket flies straight up, pointedly staring at the floor as it recedes under her feet. Something moves in her peripheral vision - from all sides at once, panic-flinch of "surprised, surrounded, where am I going?" disrupting her concentration, spotlight starts to flicker on... but she's already through, inside the ship.

Entry hall is almost as organically curvilinear as the outside. Roughly trapezoidal, two stories high. About as wide as a small palace or two basketball courts awkwardly wedged together. Circular patterns on the floor seem to imply the central hatch could be made to open up MUCH wider, if necessary, and some of those fixtures on the ceiling vaguely resemble what Paprika and Natalina said about the shrine where they found Milaconi's Cousin.

There are four other visible exits, all on the second floor, which otherwise seemingly consists only of two relatively small balconies or stair landings. A recessed track across the ceiling leads from the sole door on the narrow wall, to the middle door on the wider side.

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rolled 7, 9, 20, 3, 5, 10, 9, 9, 17, 12, 2, 5, 8, 1, 11, 11, 16, 4, 13, 15 = 187

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>Well if it's already happened once
"Fifth time. No, what really worries me is if Saharnya makes good on her promise to ensure my banishment. I like Saharnya, so I'm not going to drag her down. I have to rise up alongside her, prove I'm not expendable to the company."

>Sounds like this princess really likes you, at least.
"...Yes. That is literally the point I was trying to make. I'm gonna be blunt: I don't expect we'll get married, but I'm shooting for a spot in her future harem."

>Cricket was a princess
"Wait what? Is that what - wait, where'd she go? Again?"

"I wonder..."
An eye that stops the one thing that it stares at.
A room full of mimics.
An artifact that's too tempting to the mimics to resist mimicking.
And an anti-gravity plate to climb the ladder.

Reiko lets her ears twitch mindlessly as a plan comes together. By the time she's ready, another clutch of mimics have amassed into a stack on top of the Mechanic.

Reiko's plan is simple: Order the mimics to move (in a silly, David O'Reilly's Everything kind of way) in a spaced line formation towards the big juicy saucer. (Make sure the Mechanic artifact doesn't get taken along for the ride, that would be expensive.) Observe the effects, see if the ship escalates its response or is forced to stall each mimic one at a time.

rolled 1, 8, 18, 19, 15, 13, 11, 8, 2, 8, 1, 12, 2, 6, 2, 5, 8, 19, 16, 3 = 177

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>>1118415
>About as wide as a small palace or two basketball courts awkwardly wedged together
Cricket Moon has frame of reference for at least one of those comparisons.

>There are four other visible exits, all on the second floor
Alright, time to put her Jack skills to use. Sneak in first, disarm the traps, unlock the castle gates, and let down the drawbridge. Lets try the entrance that seems to go towards whatever she guesses the "bridge" is, try and shut down the grav beams first. If she can't find any obvious controls to let the others on up, work clockwise through the rest of the openings until she can find something useful to do.

Lets say 3 levels of Intellect and Speed Effort (Intellect for disarming and figuring out the controls, speed for if that goes wrong). That should cost me 4 int and 6 speed, putting me at 13/11/12. Ha, funny that.

rolled 9, 3, 19, 11, 12, 6, 9, 4, 2, 11, 12, 16, 6, 14, 11, 6, 10, 12, 16, 12 = 201

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>>1118309
>Paprika successfully crosses about four-fifths of the horizontal distance before that spotlight catches and pins her.
>Her Speed pool is down to zero, though, meaning she's impaired
Natalina sighs in relief when the spotlights make no effort to prevent Paprika's return, not stranding the arkus where the rest of the ground can't reach. "Are you all right? You're looking winded there."

>>1118340
>Natalina figures out that the conundary is deliberately teasing to get a rise out of her
Well, understandable, if they're bored and hungry up here. (Of course that's how one of Paprika's friends reacts).

>>1118415
>cricket is goat
"I'm not sure if applauding would be the correct response? That was impressive, but it feels somehow inappropriate to express appreciation for stealth with noisemaking."

>>1118459

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Your existence is pain
So jump for the top until you make it or die

look for stairs or a ladder.

>>1118454
It is time to play Jump King.

practice your wall jump

Use your tail to jump.

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/12/04(Thu)18:40 No. 1118478 ID: 62c8a2
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Nanako: "And then I removed the lower part of your clothing..."

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/12/04(Thu)18:41 No. 1118479 ID: 62c8a2
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Nanako: "I could lie to you and say what I did next was to wake you up, but no, I did it for my sick satisfaction."

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/12/04(Thu)18:42 No. 1118480 ID: 62c8a2
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Nanako: "I imitated the moves that you did on the other opponents. It felt so good for me to do that. I don't know what took over my actions. But the way you looked so helpless and weak, it turned me into a monster. At that moment, I was no better than any of your opponents."

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/12/04(Thu)18:45 No. 1118482 ID: 62c8a2
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Nanako: "After you woke up, I saw how all of it was wrong. I beg for your forgiveness, and any punishment you pick for me, I will gladly take. I deserve your wrath, especially after all that you did for me."

Akane: "So Naomi, what does she deserve for her actions?"

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/12/04(Thu)18:46 No. 1118483 ID: 62c8a2
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Naomi: "I don't know, I never gave a sentence to anybody before. I will leave this to your discretion. Choose the proper punishment for her actions."


Choose what Nanako deserves as a punishment.

>>1118375
Anthony's not actually dead yet, though. Venom that causes muscle paralysis stops the heart and lungs, but it's the lack of oxygen to the brain that kills. If Lucy knows CPR, she should begin administering it now while the rabbits retrieve his house phone and call emergency services. If not, she should retrieve the phone herself and follow the emergency dispatcher's instructions.

His odds of recovery aren't too bad, considering he stopped breathing only seconds ago, and a society of reptiles almost certainly has antivenom available for every kind of venom they produce. The amount of venom she injected will make recovery take longer, but active resuscitation should save his life.

Lucy isn't a murderer unless she makes no attempt to help Anthony here.

>>1118451

Agreed on this. Get them to call the police and ambulance, attempt to keep him alive until medics get here.

>>1118451
Support and we are not intending to kill him at least most of the voters

>>1118451
Nah he's dead bro, five second rule

A) Okay, there's an easy way to spin this: he wasn't trying to kill you, he was trying to enslave you for his sick rape dungeon.
Here are the main talking points:
* You came over to Anthony's to talk about rabbit breeding. Anthony immediately refused, he ranted about Gustave bugging him out-of-work and when you tried to talk about Gustave bothering you as well, he thought you were spying on employees for Gustave. But the storm was getting extremely chilly and you don't have a car, so he let you stay for the night.
* Anthony was, surprisingly enough, a dead ringer for your dead husband, so you started putting the moves on him. He got antsy and said no, then went into the kitchen to make some nice, warm, libido-decreasing soup. (put a full pot of water on the stove, make sure you wipe your prints and leave his mitts on the table.)
* While Anthony was distracted, you decided to seduce him further by breaking into his room to spay your naked body over his bed. Your seduction fantasy was completely derailed when you discovered he'd been @#$%ing his pet rabbits, urine trails and all.
* You were so horrified, which stunned you long enough for Anthony to come back. He was infuriated, then he got a nasty grin on his face, and said something about 'de-thumbing his new rabbit'. You told him you wouldn't talk, but he grabbed your throat with one hand and then aimed the knife at your hands. (Stab the floor with a cleaver, around where Anthony would have it hoisted up.)
* You bit him in self-defense. You should have controlled your venom flow but you were just so scared and angry, that this doppelganger with your husband's face was going to turn you into his lifelong sex slave. You panicked for a few moments as his life snuffed out. (Poke his body everywhere)

Tell the rabbits that if they're sent back to Gargill, they'll be bred for pups and w

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>>1118333
I can't hate Pipo for her good heart, but I can certainly look down on her loose lips. Luckily for us, her unprofessional behavior is a convenient distraction from our own.

"Gilded Goose is here right now and waiting for her ID card back. What did you do with it? Where exactly is it now?"

There we go. Now she's going to tell us where to find the pre-screened ID cards that the stupid apple didn't talk about during training and Stabitha will look like she's cleaning up after someone else's incompetence. Then Gilda will like us for helping her instead of blaming us for holding her up! See, friends are useful when we need someone to take a fall for us!

And who is this Sinnick fellow? Is he anyone we know? What did he tell her, and should we be worried?

>>1118334
The "Goldie" thing has run its course. She didn't take the bait, so there's no reason to bother her any further with the wrong name.

>>1118335
No, no, we can use this.

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>>1118335
Indeed.
Apologise for sullying GGs audio receptors with talk of underwear.
I do hope they dont think they were anything untoward.
Or embarressing.
Like oil incontinence panties.
Im sure it happens to every older model as the joint seals get loose and leaky.

>>1118337
All questions we either need answers to or for stabitha to recollect if she already knows.

>>1118339
Agreed.
Commonalities and rapport.
Hopefully theyre too distracted to be caught up thinking about our reinforced undergarments.

Pipo, where is Miss Gilded Goose's ID?
This is not the impression we should be making on such an important guest.

>>1118392
implying that Stabitha needs diapers
No. Absolutely not. That is not at all what she was hinting at. Incorrect. False. Invalid. I will accept no argument on the matter.

Stab Unicorn is a pervert who buys reploid sex toys and exotic lingerie for private use. Not that.

>>1118465
Well, i was trying to think of the most embarrassing thing that would require special underwear for a reploid.
On reflection your take with her mimicking human biological reproductive activity for recreational purposes is a very deviant behaviour for a reploid... far more embarrassing than a leaky gasket.
I wonder what theyre really for though...
Im guessing reinforced for combat purposes.
Hey stabitha.
Whats special about your panties?
Enquiring minds need to know!

>>1118400
Either the number of times master made you cum, or number of times you've been put on display~
And good to know about the wolf shadows, was really curious if there were witnesses to the night... Beyond the visitors examining the gallery of course!

Oh boy, those seem to be tally marks for the sculpture count, times that they've cummed, or times they've gotten Argus to cum.

If they're permanent/unhidable, all three of them are going to covered in Fey tramp-stamps by the months end.

This would also imply Caleb has at least one such mark on his body, though it doesn't seem to be visible/obvious in this threads art.

Oh boy, now they have something to compete about, who gets the most tally marks. Or least?

Depending on whether the marks are only for the duration of their stay rather than a permanent slut-tattoo.

This could also mean punishments could be harsher than we thought, given scarification or similar 'permanent branding/marking' could be acceptable by Fey law without breaking the terms of their month-long stay.

Worst case scenario, its a timer of sorts to some esoteric Fey law that could permanently affect them (e.g. catching lychantropy, becoming half-Fey, pseudo-marriage, favors owed...)

Gabe: Use your powers of BASIC MATH to extrapolate how many tally marks you will be covered in by the months end and whether you will be banned from all polite institutions for the forseeable future because of them.

>>1118400
Does Kol remember Caleb having one?

*Hopkins trips and scrambles to get to the back.*

>>1115960
*Corax throws an incendiary grenade*

Absurdity DeVoid 2025/12/03(Wed)23:24 No. 1118426 ID: 62c8a2
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODV8nfQlDhk

*sneak and do a crossbow attack.*

>>1118426
*Reloads and takes aim for the eyes.*

Yes, I agree that losing it at the water is our best bet. If you find the river and ford it, you should be able to break the scent trail. Maybe later, you can make a song for the river in gratitude.

Good call.
Water.
Enter, down or up river then exit after a bit.
Just need to make sure to keep our bag and firemaking stuff extra dry. Gonna need sone heat to dry out when we find a hidey hole.

>>1118147
>>1118148
>>1118152
Alternatively if we see something like a small cave or rock gap (i.e something we can fit it but the beast won't and is sturdy enough that it can't rip its way in) we should just go for that.

>>1118187
Fair point.
If we stumble upon one, worth checking out.

Keep sneaking away but look for something to throw as a distraction. Not your supplies.

>Not a very submissive bunch, are ya?
We're so non-submissive, we'll even refuse to be dominant if we're told to do that.
B.

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Ba

> Wait, do robots eat?
Well if they don't that's a problem we can easily solve

>>1118386
She's too self-conscious to make her feel like a sexual predator. That plan is a non-starter, but we did manage to make her a little guilty for "teasing" us. That gives us some ground.

My other plan is the same as it was: learn what the public knows about Timeline powers, so we can more effectively deceive her about our own powers and limits. It will remind her that we need her help adapting to things, and we can act like we want to hide our nature, to make us seem more vulnerable.

"I know I just said 'whatever you want' but... what can a Timeline do? Any specific powers I should expect one to have? General power level? Should I be worried about hurting you by accident?"

She could have useful information on what to expect from rivals, or she could simply say "I don't know", which is useful in its own right.

If her knowledge is limited enough that my "pretend to be a shapeshifter" plan is viable, then we should look for a chance to kiss her on the lips (while making her think she consented). Then we can pass off any changes made as an unintended side effect of contact with our bodily fluids, because we had no idea we could affect things other than our own body. Then offer to kiss her again while thinking about reversing them... and make them worse instead, because it's somehow responding to her subconscious desires rather than our intent.

If we're putting on the charm then we need some actual goddamn sparkles and pink haze.

Ok, new plan we can modify reality and space right? Lets heat up her circuits a little, sliwly and gradually. She'll be less likely to think things through if her processors are overheating

>>1118421
I like this one~ They have a good mind~

Some things could have been done better but at the same time some things played out in our favor. So we were lucky, Bobby should learn from her mistakes and continue to move forward.

We will have to pay attention to see if Abdle gets any negative side effects from the snake bite if it's venomous, but it seems he handled himself decently. Wonder where the skeleton guard went and why. Things probably could have gone better, but I'm satisfied with what was accomplished.

You know Gramleza still has that book, so Abdle's day ends in failure. He deserves a break.

overall though they both survived so that's a win.

2/2 Nalthar 2025/12/02(Tue)21:20 No. 1118328 ID: fd169b
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A hole in the east wall behind you leads to a dead end chamber, or so it seems at first. After a moment your a faint light catches your eye. There is a hole up in the corner leading to the dining room. You scrabble up to take a look.

Thick curtains block all but the thinnest rays of sun in the musty room. The scent of rot hangs thick on the air, no doubt emitted by the fungos you can see distantly glowing on the ceiling and walls. Their work is evident by the squared spiderwebbing of cracks above, which leak warm yellowy light and muffled talk. The combined pinpricks of illumination is enough for you to make out the bulk of a clothed table, its high plateau hosting glinting peaks of silver and crystal. Around it chairs are strewn haphazardly.

The floor is a ragged mix of half-chewed carpet, fallen plaster, and crumbling wood. It appears the rot has gone far enough to provide a number of rough holes, one of which might allow you to get the drop on your allies' captors.

Although, you recall, weren't you warned to stay particularly quiet in this room?

They're probably being taken to the dumbwaiter. Traveling through the dining room should let us get ahead of the kidnappers, which means we can set an ambush. So yeah, despite the risk, I think we should sneak through the dining room. Make sure Lisel's stuff doesn't clink while she walks and we'll be ok. If necessary, the other members of the group can carry loose bottles during the sneak. Or we can leave behind non-essentials.

>>1118338

Agree. Leave behind anything we can afford to and go through the dining room. They're not expecting us to go that way. That said, if we make noise it sounds like the master may hear us personally, so that is something to avoid at all costs.

Don't leave behind anything useful in combat, though. If that means Lisel has to move more slowly, so be it. We're not going to be able to come through this room with ghouls in hot pursuit, so we're almost assuredly going to have to fight our way out once we free the captives.

This is, you are in the belly of the beast. Be quiet, scout out your area, and not just the floor, look at the ceiling. Proceed onward with caution. The whole situation feels like the calm before the storm, and when that happens, be sure to have an umbrella ready.

Retreat. Cut the losses. There is no sense piling risk upon risk in an attempt to play rescuers. Traveling through the most dangerous room of the house in order to engage in battle is not a part of our mission today. It's worth more to return intact yourselves, with the knowledge you've gained and your abilities still at the disposal of everyone in the shed. This passage to the dining room floor may yet prove useful for transit or eavesdropping, but only if you can report on its availability, and be alive to use it in the future.

B, right.

LW 2025/12/03(Wed)13:28 No. 1118373 ID: 0d1c28
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"The waterfall is our only chance to escape, the other paths just loop into the city!" Iolantha whispers

Porala nods "everyone brace for a drop!"

Eranil tries to instill hope "Hold strong sisters and we'll make it through this!
Ushamerea whimpers as she holds on tight

the four go over the waterfall and land with a splash

Porala: perfect action!
Eranil tries to avoid injury... Success!
Iolantha tries to avoid injury... Success!
Ushamerea tries to avoid injury... Success!

We got lucky.
Not into the woods yet.
I know, the saying works the other way normally, but for fleeing elves in danger thats a good places to hide before spreading the warning...

I do hope our warrior friend is ok.

Stay alert, who knows whats lurking the woods

Yeah we got super lucky there I don’t trust what’s about to happen next

Stay alert!

>>1118202
We are looking for information on who coild stolen text from a book without needing to rip the page.

I think it's best we seek an alternate route, this guy might be wanting to steal from the dead.

(1/2) kpwlt 2025/12/03(Wed)04:53 No. 1118344 ID: 127310
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>Unrelated!? At least one of the documents directly refers to Clerk's book! This book has Clerk written on the spine!

Oh dear. It seems Sam really wasn’t paying attention on that initial flip through. Next time she gets a moment alone with the book, she’ll be sure to keep an eye out for any direct references to it or similar documents.

>...Are we, also, up to something nefarious? I forget exactly why we're trying to sneak into a locked church.

Come on, no need to be like that. I think this church could be a lead, if not on the book then on something else useful to me. I know it seems like we might be doing something bad, but it’s surely for the greater good, being the furthering of knowledge, thinks Sam to herself.

>Stop Uberto. Tell the man to fuck off, you don't like his hat.
>"That looks more like a graverobber's hat, sir. How do we know you aren't up to something nefarious?"

Sam isn’t quite upset enough to explicitly tell the man to fuck off.

SAM: “Attendant? You look more like a graverobber, wouldn’t you agree? How about you go home?”

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(2/2) kpwlt 2025/12/03(Wed)04:53 No. 1118345 ID: 127310
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Dejected by the lack of immediate progress, Sam pokes around behind the chapel.

Assisted by a hole in the clouds, she notices a subtle trail of disturbed dirt and missing grass leading from the back of the building off into the bushes. It waxes and wanes in some parts but it continues, quite unbroken, into the back of what looks to be a remarkably well-kept outhouse.

Coming around to the front of the outhouse reveals that the whole structure has been filled with concrete. Whatever may have been in there (such as a toilet) is now completely inaccessible.

The side of the concrete block facing outwards has had a large spiral carved into it…

>>1118345
touch it touch it TOUCH IT
Hmm. "SP". Is the password "Iral"? Oh, there's an apostrophe, so it's a reference to 'pataphysics somehow. Use your learnings to suss out the meanings betwixt!

S P hmm. Say, what's Sam's last name?

try tracing the spiral with your finger.

Silence 2025/12/01(Mon)07:07 No. 1118211 ID: 6d1406
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>>1117757
You inform her of the basics, keeping your involvement out of it.

Damn, actual alien tech. I know this planet is full of it, but damn the Monarchy actually made something like that? Man my employers would love to get their hands on that.

'pretty sure EVERY corp would. it'd probably start... what galactic war are we on again? 3 or 4?'

I'd say its definitely what we're here for, but we've got it and we're still here. Seems as though the corps think the monarchy has something even better

Silence 2025/12/03(Wed)07:55 No. 1118348 ID: 6d1406
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>>1118213
Yeah, there's always some form of conflict isn't there? Dropdrives kinda fucked that up and let everyone get everywhere huh?

>>1118264
I mean have you seen the giant door down there? There absolutely is something down there even better than a mech made out of alien technology.

What do you think are the odds whatever's in there will drive whoever looks at it mad? The old cosmic terror beyond comprehension

What a mighty warrior! Tell him you're looking for Iagn too.

Get up. Beat this bunny or you won't be worthy of the Consort.

The Consort can have many lovers, including non people. Offer to share. In time maybe this nonperson can become a half person.

>>1117406
Roll

Start moaning loudly. Maybe that will make him go easy on you. Or it can make things get worse, who can say, but it can't hurt to try. At this point, what do you have to lose?

Bruh.

>>1118315
You must be 18 years or older to use this website.

I'm 31

And you've never learned how forums work? Sage your posts if you're going to reply to a thread that hasn't seen an update since August. You don't need to announce a name change when your ID hasn't changed. Also nobody cares.

Fair point

>>1118305
Great idea.
Tag that hag.

Silv!
Skitter to up your speed then
>>1118304

...I am ashamed we have never scanned ourselves this whole time... we have brought dishonor upon ourselves.

Anyways as for what to do
Silv- skitter the hell out of the way and just to give yourself extra time hit the ice fiend with the slow spell well making sure you don't catch yourself in the effect
Testi- dowsing on the enemy so we can keep track of them so they can't get the jump on us again.

Also once you're out of the immediate attack range Silv you want to shout at Mel that the target has relocated over here.

Silv you have to use lesser blast on yourself to knock yourself out of her path!

Cast lesser blast and maybe flare and then use skitter to run away!!!!!!!!!!!

>>1118302
hmm, is this still a Kuu technique? a feint would qualify, yeah. I do like the ideas y'all are putting down here, but if we do JUST that that's still Kuu, i think? Let's see if we can inject some Dere into this, by being charming and caring, and leave her unbalanced.

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The work was about on par with what I was used to at the Cornerclub, there was just a lot of it. Chopping lumber and learning that there were two stocks of wood to pay attention to, was different. There was one kind of “junk” wood meant to burn and turn the other “good” wood into charcoal. Damp heaps of hay and thawed soil mixed together was used to create a kind of barrier to bake the wood into charcoal.

I focused my time, after chopping all the wood, on casting the flames spell to speed up the burning. I double checked the markings from my tome, and there were a few smudges I needed to adjust. I’d worked up a sweat, but there was still a cool pool of energy within me, and I was ready to test myself with this new spell.

My magicka ran with the symbols, not the ink, and it seemed to feed itself as much as I fed it. It was a wilder bit of magic. It took off as soon as I opened my mind to the spell. When I focused on the runes on my hand and arm, they began to glow. I tried to control the flow of magicka, like a stream from a water skin, but it wasn’t anything like water. It fell out of me like a torrent, and it was hot. It burned my hands and cascaded out across the hay in a great gout. I felt it trickle back, like fire seeking the bottom of an oil wick. It burned me good, but I pushed back against it. If I pushed all of my magicka out, the fire could burn down fast enough. Eventually though, I learned to keep the fire forwards. To not let it control me, but to force it into a ball with my energy.

I could feel it wobble back out of control when I slacked in my focus. I wiped sweat from my brow and it singed me and burned the bottom of my sleeve to soot instantly. I found that I didn’t have to focus on turning the magicka to flames. It was burning as soon as it reached the surface of my skin. I had to focus to keep the fire from forming inside my own skin after that. That’s how it happened, how my father blew him

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I raised my arm to cast again without thinking. I was tired, but I still had the symbols in my mind. When I focused on them, the smeared ink and gaps in the marks glowed as if they were still fully drawn out. I wasn’t casting without runes. I could create them with my own magicka. The tome mentioned that this was something I should practice, a basic element of all spellcraft that came from the alteration school. Rune summoning, or channeling magicka into glowing patterns, would help me to memorize the spell’s inner arithmetic, but I had no idea I could do it at all. It reminded me of my visions of my spell. The flames spell flowed through me again, but this time I knew better how to control the flow.

A steady unbroken stream of flames spread across the lumber burning it down to charcoal. Keeping it going wasn’t hard now, at least when I didn’t worry too hard about it. I practiced pulling the flow of magicka shut. The flames sputtered to a stop, and the magicka warmed in my arm. It burned. It felt like a hot steam rolled under my muscles and threatened to bubble my flesh off in clear running boils. It raced through me. Along streams inside my hands, into rivers under my veins, and then into lakes within my torso. The pain finally ceased. My whole arm, up to my shoulder blade, was covered in aching pins and needles.

I struggled to catch my breath, clenching the aching inside my hands. That was where it hurt the most, not just from the burns. There was no way I could call upon this suddenly or while in danger, but I controlled it. For at least a few minutes, I had complete control over fire. Lod watched me for a time, and then he clicked his tankard to mine. I had held it this whole time and simply forgot it existed. I took another deep swig of my tea and stared at the burning piles.

This new spell was at my command, mostly. I’d far from mastered it, but I could call upon it. And the work had come to me so naturally,

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Kill him. The old man. Kill him and deny Mora his play things.
It would please me to see that prying eye gouged away.
If he was given wisdom from that sloppy, bile page it can be extracted with your spellcraft.
If you listen now, weakling, you might earn my favor.

>>1118262
I feel like we're more likely to seek Namira's favor. Sorry Bal. Also it's a bit early for us to start murdering. Although... it *would* open up the possibility of joining the Dark Brotherhood... No, still too early. We need to at least master the basic fire spell first.

Plus if we extracted knowledge as suggested, we'd have a zombie standing around like that skeleton from before. We'd either leave it standing and risk someone finding it and knowing for certain that a *murderous* necromancer is nearby, or destroy it ourselves.


Write a first draft of that letter tonight. You'll be able to keep it close to your chest, and tomorrow you can polish it up to get it ready for delivery.

There must be some less conspicuous bones around to practice on. Mice or small birds. And while you look for those you can organize the letter in your head.