(1/4) kpwlt 2026/11/10(Tue)13:22 No. 1133967 ID: 127310
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>The spiral. Use KLEIDAS! I guess, target the crystal? "unlock" it?
>There's that spiral motif again. Use Kleidas. It is a way in, but it is also a way out; it may thus, when channelled via the crystal, be a method of negation (opening a door into unreality?). I think.

Sam is incapable of comprehending the crystal. She cannot imagine how she might begin to unlock it. Trying to perceive the crystal produces a dull ache in her head.

>But I'm not a tryptologer.

Apologies, I forget that, sometimes. I do try to describe things in a way that is accurate and understandable, but that’s only possible if the things described remain within the ambit of ‘truth’.


>It's either that, or throw an effigy into her spell so it's the thing that gets slammed.

TAUCEPHAS, Sam knows it well. This pore gives rise to (typically) inanimate effigies of entities with which the target can relate. Objects of their emotions, if you will. It can produce a mother, a lover, an executioner… Sam has only ever used it for morally questionable party tricks.

In the distant grasp of Taucephas, a certain structure is constructed from the rotting wooden walls. At once, it appears before Sam, before being struck by the great weight and sinking slightly into the soft earth. The feather-box rattles disapprovingly.

After a few moments, both Sam and Hella realise what stands between them. Hella’s gallows have been raised, dark and gnarled. While Hella may have an intellectual understanding that this structure is of no personal significance, as long as she sees it, far older parts of her brain will overwhelmingly sense a morbid destiny.

(2/4) kpwlt 2026/11/10(Tue)13:22 No. 1133968 ID: 127310
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Sam proceeds. Hella falters. She makes a commendable attempt at regaining full composure before speaking.

HELLA: “Wait! I think we can figure something out where neither of us have to suffer further. What is it that you want from me?”

SAM: “What did you just do to Uberto? You need to undo it. And then you have to undo the same thing for Mary, the Hazard Association Agent.”

Hella moves her head so that the approaching Sam obscures her vision.

HELLA: “Fine. But you will have to leave afterwards.”


Uberto remains in his pitiful state with Simone and McGregor attempting to comfort him. Hella lifts her hand and he appears to rise slightly before standing.

UBERTO: ”Glad you could see reason, Hella. And well done, Sam.”

SIMONE: “I think we should get going.”

Simone points towards the unexplored end of the path, where a number of huge, pale salamanders are dragging their heft towards the group.

(3/4) kpwlt 2026/11/10(Tue)13:22 No. 1133969 ID: 127310
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Sam’s group travels with Hella in tow. They find Miller defending Mary from salamanders on all sides. With a flick of Hella’s wrist, the dark influence on Mary is lifted.

After cracking her joints, Mary leaps to her feet. Her flail slams into salamander after salamander.

MARY: “That’s better! You lot get outta here, we’ll catch up with you.”

Miller and Mary seem very competent, so Sam leads the group to the exit. The few salamanders that attempt to interrupt them are repelled swiftly.

(4/4) kpwlt 2026/11/10(Tue)13:22 No. 1133970 ID: 127310
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>Keep that figure in mind. It is a consideration for later, and dependent upon you winning here, but it doesn't look like Clerk's Raven. Mayhaps something else is watching. Anyway, think fast, Sam. Don't have time for much else.

Now that Sam is out of imminent danger, she recalls what she saw. She makes sure to commit it to memory.

Before long, the two lingerers clamber out of the well to join the others topside.

MARY: “Well, that was tons of fun. I’ve gotta catch up with you more often, Miller.”

MILLER: “In better circumstances, I hope.”

MARY: “And I have to thank you lot! Things coulda gone real different if you didn’t lend a hand.”

UBERTO: ”Ah, don’t mention it! Although, this does mean you’ll be voting for your electorate’s Esoteric candidate next election, right?”

MARY: “Cheeky bugger, this one!”

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Swallow your pride, apologise profusely to Hella for the debacle in the well, and see if you can secure the letter with an honest explanation.

That or let Uberto discuss it with her (or just have him back you up); aside from being an MP, he seems diplomatically inclined.

Also, might be time to consider where to go next.

Depending on how easily pilotable the spaceship is (or if its AI controlled), you might need NASA scientists, actual astronauts, or a very adaptible drone/AI in your team to not have a space accident.

So I'd suggest a drone specifically capable of maintaining/piloting/hijacking a spaceship. Or an expert in hacking/smooth-talking any AI already present in the launch facilty/ship to help you instead of styming your heist.

You'll also need a mole(man) in the launch facility to gather intel for the heist, and be your man(mole) on the inside.

Can you just turn yourself into a spaceship or just wear one like a big suit of armor and everything inside should just be a lot of slime controlling it.

>>1133608
This

Add Gale to the Team as the muscle.

She can literally pick up the Spaceship (depending on scale), and it would take military armaments (explosives/flame) to stop her.

nalthar 2026/11/10(Tue)08:08 No. 1133965 ID: bb0461
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> You can't just build one?
Slime considered this for a second "Nah. This one was abandoned nearly complete, and it still took Foreman months to finish it. I don't want to wait for one built from scratch."

> Can you just turn yourself into a spaceship?
"I'd get lonely though"

> How about Slime
"Ugh I'm sick of that guy. Always doing thing spur of the moment, never planning ahead. Slime's okay though, might bring them."

> grumpy expert out of retirement
"ooh, I wonder who's in the park these days?"

> you might need NASA scientists, actual astronauts
"People who actually know what they're doing. Its so crazy, it just might work. Bet there's some in Shimizu."

> Add Gale to the Team as the muscle.
"Hmm, Gale is cool. Should visit her anyway, see what she's done with the north, before I leave."

Where to first?
A) Slime in the Park (the classic)
B) Slime in the Big City (bigger than the one its in)
C) Slime up North (brrrr)

At the same time keep your gun trained on the missile pod, don't want it to fire at you in your damaged state.

Silence 2026/11/09(Mon)16:21 No. 1133937 ID: 6d1406
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>>1133782
>>1133815
You back up, not wanting to get damaged further, the Alien Mech boosts into the Heavy Unit. Grabbing onto its head.

Silence 2026/11/09(Mon)16:22 No. 1133938 ID: 6d1406
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With a heavy crunch, the Heavy mech ceases operation, whether by remote control or just lack of access to its main sensor unit.

There's one left, and you can feel the Alien Mech now, it's hungry.

then let it feed on the last red mask

Demand the remaining Red Mask surrender. You'll let them keep some of their components in exchange.
But if they keep fighting? You will burn what you can't carry. Quite expensive.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/09(Mon)21:17 No. 1133950 ID: 373ecf
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Gaping Jaws calmed down and returned to her normal size. She was just sitting silently on the ground and looking at what she had done.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/09(Mon)21:20 No. 1133951 ID: 373ecf
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Wax Pornetic: "Fox Huntress, you changed. In the previous fights against us, the enforcers, you were more caring and thoughtful. But now you are crueler and more opportunistic. What happened to you?"


A) Do not answer her question and simply ignore her.

B) Respond to her question.

C) Get creative. (I ran out of ideas for the third option)

Yeah, that did get a bit out of hand. why don't you tell us what you want done to you, waxy?

Tell her this: Yes I changed and do you know why? I was never satisfied with the position that Mint gave me so I pushed myself to be something stronger to be seen as more impressive, while where did your life lead you to? Right here tied up in front of me and being helpless about it and because of that others get to choose what will happen to you. People who don't strive for greatness should't be surprised when the world doesn't wait for them to figure tings out.

Moan mindlessly.

Tio 2026/11/10(Tue)01:01 No. 1133955 ID: 1de1ba
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>>1131254
"Oh, don't change the subject. What do you MEAN fast way?!"
"What, never been cliff diving before?"
"Mom's gonna kill you."
"Hmmm, the wife and family might take issue with that. I'll let her know if she can kill me later."

>>1132391
I think that's what much of her family does.

>>1131260
Haven't I listed colors already? Brown, yellow, green, blue, purple. White and black. Gray. Vision's a bit blurry in the fogged eye. Hopefully that goes away.
I'm not particularly built, though my hands feel pretty strong. I think I had to squeeze and grind and knead stuff a lot for making dyes.
Everyone gets the Fog sooner or later. Most recover quick, don't get it this bad. It's a curse, probably one of the few schemes of the Erciachran that didn't fail.
Skerries are small rocky islands that stick up from the sea. The ones around here have pretty trees. People like to relax there.
I smell and hear gulls. Nice source of meat when we can't eat fish. Makes me want to swim out there and grab them. In the water is plenty kinds of waterlife, maybe some... uh... memory's fuzzy. I'd have to ask one of the fishers if there's anything notable. I recall something goopy.

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Tio 2026/11/10(Tue)01:01 No. 1133956 ID: 1de1ba
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Upon opening the door, I see... a young man and a bandaged up old coot getting plastered before Brandubh interjects.
"Lea's TITS, you skinty fuck! Hell're you doing up?!"
"Bran, th-" sniff sniff
"TIO!"

Tio 2026/11/10(Tue)01:01 No. 1133957 ID: 1de1ba
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With FAR too much speed for a man covered in so many bandages, he clumsily jumps over and slams me into a hug before wincing away.
"Ah, fuckin' burns!"
Shakes his head clear.
"Tio, boy, how're ye doin'? Look at that, we got matchin' eyes now!" Pulls up the bandages covering his left eye. Unpleasant.
His breath reeks of uiasce.
"I got back right after the Fog dragged ye down. I tried to come see but me own DAUGHTER appointed this brat tae keep me 'ere!"
The other waves. I recognize his scent, the family pattern of his kilt, his soft smile - Ruadan.
"Nice to see you alive, Tio."
"I been kept here as a PRISONER! A PRISONER I tell ye!!!"
"Yes, mac Corrdearg. The conditions are truly inhospitable, downright Axathian."
Ruadan rests his chin on his palm as he looks to me.
"Forgive me, Tio - your old bastard grandfather is stubborn as the uplanders. Getting him soaked is the only way he stays tired enough not to tear off the bandages and go for a swim."
"- and after ALL I DONE! ALL I DONE! I CAPTURED THAT DAMN SHIP! By MESELF!! With me BARE HANDS!!!"
"He did it neither by himself nor with his bare hands."
"And yer a poncy merchant with no scars!"

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Ask him how to get a date

>>1133957
Rude. Ruadan's out here taking care of our grandfather, and doing quite well at it from the look of things. He can be poncy if he feels like it. Show some respect!

Well, they know about our condition too, they'll be glad to hear that we're doing much better than we were this morning. But also we'd be happy if we knew our granddad was getting the rest he needs to recover. While we're here, let's talk a bit more about their adventures with the ship, so he gets his mind off of wanting to be out and about when he should be in bed.

Then I'd like to ask Ruadan about his plans for Lutricalia. His plans for finding a woman to go with. A handsome young man like him must have caught quite a few eyes already, hasn't he? We've met a nice druid girl today, but, well...

>>1133245
Think happy thoughts Maya. Think about sesbian lex.

>>1133479
And now think about gay sex between men, then the gay guys and the lesbians pairing up to fuck eachother for procreation from that game "Day outside of the city" where the protagonist is called NITWit as a insulating nickname

>>1133540
Maya and doggo kissing action? would it be gay for two gay people of opposite sex to kiss each other, or would it be "gay?"

Does Maya like girls? Clearly she's into boys, but does it go both ways?

Hey Maya, are you bisexual?

Maya NEEDS to have some sort of trinket or keychain on her that she can flash to autistic baddies so they know she's cool

Imagine how much easier this would be if there was a little Shadow the hedgehog plushy attached to her belt or something

well we kind of just rushed to the harbor here to find a boat so now that we got that done as well as a place to store our stuff it might not hurt to give the island a quick pass to see if we can spot anything helpful before heading out.

Take some of the plants, we could make new types of food.

Hey, shouldnt we, like, name the boat and break a bottle on it? Isnt it bad luck if we dont do that?

>>1133923
oh! good point. very good point. we almost forgot a very important thing.
how about... Silver Flame?

>>1133923
Well, since Fern did such a wonderful job helping out with the Engine I was thinking a plant name for the ship. It sails on acid so why not call it Desmarestia (Acid Kelp)?

If Gabes theory is true, the mice have turned into sexual cognitohazards for the Fey. Luckily they're not potent/virile enough to have their nudity/presence alone cause Feygasms... Yet.

Huh, come to think of it, that's kind of how Nymphs are often described - being so beautiful they can blind you or make you insantly fall in love.

Maybe the Moot-verse Nymphs can blind / enchant others (especially Fey) because they are a perfect expression of natural, artistic nudity.

Toxoglossa 2026/11/04(Wed)03:26 No. 1133747 ID: fc24be
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Cole groans and adjusts his back, working out all the knots in his muscles after the intense lifting session. His hand pumps at his still rock-hard cock idly and he asks. “So where do you want me?”

“In here, if you please.” Gabe says, spreading Casey’s cheeks for him. Casey gives a little butt wiggle to encourage the fae and winks back at him. “We need your expertise.”

Cole’s eyebrows knit together in an expression of confusion, but he obliges and lines himself up behind her.

“How about you? Are you just gonna watch?” Casey asks, noting the return of Gabe’s erection.

“Heheh, since when have I passed up a good ol’ Casey sandwich?” The sender says, adjusting himself to match Cole.

Feeling both shafts rubbing eagerly at her openings, Casey takes a breath and lets herself sink backwards. She moans as her body adjusts to the penetration, stretching the boundary between both cocks. The three settle into a familiar position as everyone gets comfortable

Angelic body and artisanal ass, Cole may end up going ultra instinct.

Toxoglossa 2026/11/05(Thu)02:34 No. 1133783 ID: fc24be
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Casey leans herself back and asks in a low voice, “How’s that feel? Feel good?” She rolls her hips a little, getting a lusty gasp from each of the boys.

“Ah~ In-incredible. You feel so good…” Cole replies, his voice barely over a whisper.

“Good. Don’t hold back, okay? I’ll just switch to angel form if it gets too much for me.”

The doppelgänger nods, his words caught in his throat as he slowly saws himself back and forth. Unable to recognize why at first, he feels this mouse doing something to him. Caught in a trance-like state, Cole feels her fingers brush against his knuckles as she coos.

“That’s it. Mmm… you feel so good. Keep going~”

“Ah~h…” Cole speeds up, driving himself deeper; finding her ever welcoming inside. Every push and pull is met with a perfect balance of relaxation and tension. Soon his balls are gently slapping at her hips, bumping against Gabe’s as he thrusts from below.

“Hehe, don’t forget about me~” The sender runs a thumb up the curve of Casey’s thigh, before circling her clit. Enjoying the sound of her moans, he plants his feet and pushes up off the mattress and into her pussy.

“Ah! Fuck~! Yeah- ah~ that’s it! Give it to me!”

Toxoglossa 2026/11/09(Mon)02:59 No. 1133922 ID: fc24be
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Kasey looks on as her original is double-dicked in a mouse sandwich. She feels Gaybe’s cock stirring between her legs and eyes him.

“What?” He retorts. “I can’t help it! Besides, we are supposed to be just like our originals.”

“That’s truuue…” Kasey admits. She catches herself grinding on the curve of his shaft as they speak. The sight of herself in an easy, comfortable threesome spurs something in the fae.

“We should probably be getting in as much practice as we can, right?” Gaybe suggests. His hips do a little upwards nudge to drive his point home.

“Fates, you really are just like him…”

He smiles impishly and continues his nudging.

Kasey sighs and shrugs, “You are right, though.” Reluctant to admit how turned on she is, the doppelgänger reaches between them and lines his shaft up with her pussy.

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Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133913 ID: f69ece
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(11/13)

Everything goes black.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133914 ID: f69ece
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(12/13)

You bolt upright, choking and gasping for air. Your throat is sore from where your own hand had evidently found it in your sleep, and you cough, gratefully taking in lungfuls of humid air.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133915 ID: f69ece
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(13/13)

Once you've satisfied your need for air, you put your head in your hands.

Shit.

You really hoped you would have longer before you would have to deal with this. At the very least, you had hoped the nightmares might wait until you could manage more private sleeping arrangements.

Luckily, Yriel seems to be deeply asleep, unbothered by your thrashing, but that won't happen every time. And what about the Captain? He was on watch, did he hear you?

You can't keep this secret forever, you know that. Sooner or later, you'll see something in one of these dreams that the others need to know about.

For now, all there really is to do is take over Stand's watch, and wait until morning. But, once the sun has risen and both your companions are awake, you'll need to decide what to do.

Do you tell them about your dream, or keep the secret a while longer?

>>1133915
Are they prophetic? If so, then yes. Anything to increase the chances of more people trying to stop the disaster.

you don't need to tell them the details of this one, but if your dreams are prophetic they should know that

>>1133417
>"Is that, ah, a euphemism? Or somehow non-fatal?"
>rolled 16
Tacito quietly suggests this is a delicate subject, unsuitable for children. Once Devyn and Zalkezia are out of earshot...
"Kinslaying is a sin. Everyone knows this. Even when there was no other way, it leaves a mark, a stink, on the perpetrator, that won't wash off. As part of healing the social and spiritual wounds of the Unbroken Rushes Uprising two and a half centuries ago, the royal line of Seshar adopted an unusually broad definition of 'kin,' and almost entirely eliminated death, mutilation, or enslavement as valid judicial outcomes. For this, and a broader philosophy of merciful governance of which it's the keystone, they're more beloved by their people than any ruler of the Steadfast, though practical control outside the capital city of Nebalich is shaky at best.
"But, that still leaves the problem of what to do with the sort of people who any other sovereign would have put to death, yet who haven't been caught red-handed in an outright attempt at regicide or otherwise stumbled into the precise narrow definition of 'treason or war' that permits lethal violence to be done to them. There are monsters who hollow people out and wear their skin as a disguise - everyone knows this - and then there are people who only make you wish it was that simple. Most get recruited by the Yellow Serpent Society. Misfits too principled to take up crime as a profession, chronic fuckups, and scum too profoundly corrupt to be worth the effort of dominating, get banished to Branu's Kiss. No blood on the king's hands, that way.
"Many of the misfits turn out to fit in well enough at Kes

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rolled 13, 7, 13, 14, 17, 6, 8, 20, 19, 12, 12, 16, 14, 17, 19, 4, 15, 13, 16, 16 = 271

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Funny story; Reiko's been listening in on everyone since the ship's comms are still in okay condition. See, it's mostly static noise due to the damage to the comms, but... when someone puts emotion into their words, the comms... understand? And translate as best they can. Or something.

>>1133452
Something about that rant twists a lump in Reiko's chest.

The Youngmason parties were packed with people like that. Merchants who looked at the chains on their slaves more fondly than the glint of gold. Branch family members who obviously looked at the family heads like obstacles to be disposed of, no matter how many gifts or benefits they were bribed with. Nobles who openly did anything but noble when it came to the common servants around them, pretended to be kings of courtesy when it came to fellow aristocrats, and somehow blended the two diametrically opposing viewpoints into one twisted outlook. When they made someone distressed, they always made it everyone else's fault.

But the Youngmason heads? The thing is, they didn't feel like that to Reiko. Bitter and aloof towards deviants like her, but otherwise respectful and understanding towards the staff and potential clients. All their scorn had a reason. All that generosity put them above the rest of the decadence.
So why did they always show tolerance, even joy, towards these leeches, these threats to their rule, even in private? They were masters of an entire corporate domain, they had to know what flavors of evil the world had offered them... right?
Maybe Reiko will never understand it.

A tribe of hunters willing to sift through the immigrants and hunt the soci

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>>1133459
>research on the outer layers of Branu's fortress, looking at the footage for signs of potential access points, physical or digital.
>trained in understanding numenera
>rolled 13
Found a node address which should allow you to measure proximity to the Crux's public access points from the datasphere side. Now you just need a vertex through which to enter the datasphere.
>rolled 7
All the famous-yet-unclaimed vertices have some curse that discourages folks from hanging out nearby for long. Canting Pipes of Vnaar radiate an oppressively irritating telepathic message, the Pulvinated Valley intermittently produces toxic fumes, Corpseflinger... well, that one's fairly self-explanatory.

Canting Pipes are in the Ausren Woods, about a hundred, maybe hundred and twenty miles northwest of the Beanstalk. Possibly the easiest to access if you can just park the ship right on top, get in through the roof, maybe even counter that irritating signal with the ship's comms.

Corpseflinger, now that you think about it, seems at least a little bit similar to Zalkezia's repeated-copy problem. Might be able to get insights into debugging the Crux by solving some local glitch there first? It's near the Voil Chasm on the northern border of the Pytharon Empire, though, so not exactly "unclaimed." If the Grey Queen Dissicaeli happens to be nearby when you visit that one, there's a non-negligible chance she'd be able to shoot down the ship, or otherwise prevent you from leaving.

Pulvinated Valley is downriver from Uxphon. Malia probably knows more.

Or, you could sear

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While committed to descent, but before air has become thick enough for compressive heating to form a plasma sheathe, the CBDR alarm goes off.
Constant Bearing, Decreasing Range - the dead-simple algorithm for identifying which bits of space debris are likely to cause an actual problem
in this case, that calculation doesn't quite apply. Atmospheric and gravitational effects mean your trajectories will naturally diverge, landing points separated by...
...Reiko hesitates before hitting 'dismiss alarm.'
Two nearly perpendicular suborbital trajectories, LZ less than forty miles apart, timing close enough for collision alarms? On a 22,000 mile trip, that's about as likely to be random happenstance as two darts thrown from opposite ends of a bar hitting the same board's bullseye within the same heartbeat.
Less than a minute until the dangerous parts of re-entry, so there's no time for screwing around with half-measures and speculative guesses.
Max magnification passive scan, false-color mapping across 100 to 1000 nanometer range - the "visible spectrum," broadly construed.
It's a cube, 1.53 meters on a side, gray stone with swirling streaks of some purplish ore. Why would that be making her think of...?

The map table.

That utterly innocuous, unremarkable stone altar, blank apart from purple inlay or veins, found spotlessly clean, atop a starburst of fractures, surrounded by charred corpses all facing or reaching toward it, beneath a scabbed-over former breach in the ceiling.
In the deep vaults, long forbidden by the tribe's patron Voice (i.e. greater data-spirit), whose taboos they discarded after it seemingly betrayed them.
Very same room which Reiko's tribe's chief decided would be perfect for their new inner sanctum, right when the whole outside world seemed to be going mad.
The map table which was missing - leaving a

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rolled 10, 17, 2, 11, 15, 14, 1, 9, 20, 13, 12, 14, 5, 13, 4, 6, 8, 12, 6, 17 = 209

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Rage begins to channel through Reiko's nanofibered brain. This thing, it ate her family, and then it just... what is it doing?

She's angry. Breathe in.
Count to ten.
Breathe out.

KILL IT.

[A] Maximum Effort.

mime being angry/in character. question why she thinks you can help and why the others that tried failed.

Ask her what she does her for fun.

Were there other escape attempts that occurred here, and if they did occur, how were they punished, stopped, or addressed?

Strong and smart? Maybe. Stronger and smarter than those who've tried to escape in the past. Certainly NOT. Sorry to disappoint, but we are here to learn more first.

Curb her enthuisasm for escaping a bit. She almost caved your and your friend-who-happens-to-be-a-girl's face in. While it shows she's not timid in any capacity, that's not helping her earn trust, and she has a reputation for FAILED escapes. She's also clearly a bit used to getting her way / ordering others around.

Secondly, ask the question of what benefit you and Lisel get out of helping her escape besides the 'King' getting incomprehensibly, murderously angry. The King won't hurt her, sure, so she could be useful as a 'living shield', but how far does she want to test that?

If she can't fly with that weight, she can't carry you either, so 'flying you out' isn't something she can offer, and flight isn't an escape anyway with the roof puppets and the crows outside.

oh no they're hot

Damn this birb is blushing. Give her a snappy one liner about which came first, the chicken or the egg. Chicks love that kinda shit.

Immediately tell her to hydrate. That bottle looks empty.

A BEAN BAG CHAIR? Talk about fancy.

Greet.

All three bowls have different text, but the red bowl had water and it doesn't seem like the first green bowl had pellets. Well, it's not phonetic, there's too many characters for that, unless it's a phonetic/syllabic version of one of the languages being used since those have similarly long words. If that's the case then translating the text is kindof useless since I have no idea how to translate the language.

Heh, I guess there is one way to figure out the language. Talk to the monitor-AI and get it to say specific words that we'll know the meaning to. Like, pointing to things, that sort of thing. Pointing to text might get it to pronounce the text, if we're lucky and it understands that's what we want.

>>1133785
The last three symbols that the monitor is showing match the last three symbols (that we can see from this perspective) of the door at the end of the hallway, so the monitor person seems to be directing you to the door at the end of the hallway, rather than the one right next to it.

Carefully (without exposing yourself too much) confirm the symbols of the door at the end of the hallway are the same as the monitor, and that there isn't someone who'll spot you around the corner.

Then, try the door as the monitor suggests.

>>1133790
>"Onsme, rni on nsmoe rni oernerise n rn rnion rnn. Reri rnirniooe rnemeriri rn, rnion rensmrni riren."

Assuming monitor face is actively giving us directions, might be able to guess a few words by its manner of speaking...

Onsme = 'Okay/alright', 'Sanʒe', 'Fido' (referring to our protagonist), or a similar starter word that would have a comma before a sitrep of what to do. The kind of word you say to start a briefing.

Rni = 'you', 'are', 'will' or some other three-letter word that would repeat often?

The monitor can mimic our protagonists voice, at least, as it directly said 'white light' in response to a query for it.

Most surefire way to learn a few alien words (as in, both their symbols and their vocalization) would be to visibly show us finger counting while pointing between symbols and it, repeating if necessary, until it symbols+speaks the numbers.

I.e. get the computer to tell us how it displays and says 'one', 'two', 'three', 'four'.

The arrow might be a good direction to follow.

>>1133629
Nah its probably the big belly/womb Shrine that acts as the opposite of the big dick shrine with how boobs and butt are the opposite

>>1133701
But what if they become too enamored to leave and abandon their quest?

>>1133629
Foot shrine secret

Secret foot shrine.

>>1133623
Ah, that was a nice quest. We got to play with a big juicy goblin cock, and we've earned favors from all three of the local priests! And the Butt Priestess offered us something to help with her area, so if they all know sokething about their own faith's holy sites...

Is that how it works? One favor each makes three, right? Or is it just one favor collectively? I'm gonna guess it's three, just for opportunity's sake.

Butt Priestess: Ask about a monster in the Slime Swamp. Because if there's a chance for us to get fucked by gooey tentacles while our limbs are stuck in solidified slime blocks, I don't want to miss out.
Dick Priest: Show us a secret in the Crystal Labyrinth. With a name like that, there's sure to be fun treasures to find or traps to avoid. Or fun traps to get caught in.
Boob Priestess: We should learn about a monster in the Dark Vorest. That place sounds like it's either very dangerous or very safe and relaxing. Either way, we'll want to be prepared for whatever's lurking there.

>Secret Foot Shrine
Note to self: ask the gods to anoint a Foot God after we finish our quest. A world-saving hero can get away with a little heresy.

>>1113377
Ask the biological weapon if their wielder was born stupid or took too many blows to the distributed process matrix over the years, then attempt to negotiate directly with Sine. The one holding them seems like a rogue element with no authority to actually force them to fire.

Also, maybe just let Li.Ni.Si get laid, maybe it'll help give her reprieve from her own issues. Meanwhile, his Bad Luck Field seems beneficial to you. After all, B! Could have sent an elite killer after you but instead sent these two, presumably out of pity for the big one.

>>1113377
Alright, I have been informed Holdfast is the small creature on Sine's head. Fair enough.

Ask Sine to please not shoot you just because their pet idiot is kill-crazy.

Ask Sine why he's letting this little bundle of aggression giving him orders.
Go on a tangent about how he's clearly the sharpest of the two.

>>1113424
They live in an authoritarian populist regime; motivations towards loyalty are far more important to their survival than keeping the tentacles on the trigger. Now that they have 'due cause', they control the narrative of this encounter.

If we knew a way to turn that narrative around...

The spambots seem to love this one. It's always sad to see it at the top of /quest/ and then discover it's a false alarm.

Drake I think you might need to watch the news more often. It kinda looks like a whole racism movement started while you weren't paying attention.

>>1133759
Whatever this is it seems serious, do what she says for now but be sure to have that discussion ASAP.

Hey, a free flier!

should probably just do what she says

Just noticed she dyed her "hair" the same color as your eyes. She must really like that color.

B) this is non-negotiable. We can't abandon our people.

B) That's not making it right, that's keeping things wrong. there are more important things in the world than one's safety

B). being an adult means making decisions that may be wrong, but it is what you choose to do rather than what someone else wants

I'm not too happy Bobbie revealed us lesser demons to Actus, but I guess it's kinda moot point since Gram already revealed us to Actus before Bobbie did. Abdle probably should have said: "I picked up on some cues the way you said words such as "our father" or "our uncle""

But anyway, B. Ask Actus this hypothetical: "You said you have a wife, would you be willing to let your own family die if it meant saving me? Because you are essentially asking me to let my own family die to come with you."

"Even if we go with you, Maxwereus will still be looking for me even if the kingdom falls, and eventually, he WILL start questioning you, and be able to draw whatever hiding spot you have for me with his lie detecting ability."

(If Actus didn't already know about Maxwereus detecting lies, it is highly important he learns about it now so he can prepare).

Ask him why exactly does he still need to be a hero if he is so conflicted with coming after you.

Do not ask about the incident yet. Maybe next time you interact. Focus on the current state of things.
1, what's next? Does she have any tasks for you, or should you just start cleaning up the place on your own?
2, Is there anything dangerous in the facility right now?
3, Are there any more people hiding somewhere? (we've been told she's the only survivor, but we shouldn't know that)

There's no urgent questions. show you're a good reliable worker.

once she gives us the list, if any of our questions are relevant to the tasks we can ask them.

Ask her if there are any other ballistic turrets or similar measures in the facility. So you don't get shot, incinerated or exploded by something left on 'autopilot'.

Make a private assesment of Dr. Mabel thus far: Smash, or pass? Cutie, or not your type / incompatible?

>>1133683
>“Thanks for promoting me up to ass researcher though.”
>That’s… I can only fit so many characters on to the cards okay?
Doesn't look like she understood that was a joke. You might want to explain that it was a joke because you were attempting to lighten the mood. And it's also a way for you to try and not think about how freaked out you are to be in this situation.

(3/3) OMNI 2026/10/31(Sat)20:43 No. 1133617 ID: 13a5d1
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Oh!

Hello there?

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>>1133617
Oh no he works FAST.

Is he wearing a fucking shock collar!

Completed thread, right on time for the spooky seasons end. Lets hope the guy didn't suffocate in the bag / is still alive.

When can we expect the continuation?

>>1133619
yes

>>1133650
ill be going on a short break from questing then will continue. updates may not be as frequent, since i wont be crunching to hit a halloween deadline. we'll see.

2/2 Buckwheat 2026/10/15(Thu)17:00 No. 1133022 ID: da477c
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As you enter his shop, the pungent odor of raw fish fills the room. It’s bad enough to make you cough and gag a bit.

Malcolm: “Ah just in time Eugene! Hurry over to the wash tub and get cleaning. The otter knight’s just put in a huge order for shark attractant! Those gluttonous sardine cans dare to tempt fate and bring home a most dangerous meal.”

Your muzzle scrunches up in disgust, forcing you to cover your nose even! You ask Malcolm how he can stand such a foul scent permeating through the shop.

Malcolm: “You get used to it with time. Now quit the bellyaching and start scrubbing those vials as we agreed. Surely this isn’t more vile than your own spray?”

You try to joke, saying your spray is a smell you’ve gotten used to over time as well. You then ask if the stain remover has been taken care of?

Malcolm: “Eugene, of course I took care of your stain remover. You did pay for top priority after all. Now enough flapping of the gums. I need those vials cleaned, all of them!”

You sigh and turn around. Looking at the pile of dirty vials, it dawns upon you that this might not be a simple quick wash, rinse, and dry. There’s a massive pile them! It’s going to be quite the time investment to handle this job.

Do you:

>Back out of the deal and apologize, let Malcolm keep your full payment for top priority
>Apologize and offer to help wash about half of them, explain time is short.
>Steel yourself and conquer the mountain of dirty glass! No garment nor glass will be spared the wrath of your sudsy cleaning skills
>Offer to prepare the fish instead and put Malcolm on cleaning duty instead
>Something else?

Something Else: Ask to borrow their vial holders. Fill the tub with soapy water and carefully dunk the vials in batches using their vial holders. Fashion a sponge-on-a-stick to give the interiors an extra do-over.

Perhaps you will be inspired to create a tool for such washing, or a machine even.

Also, get a clothes pin for your assaulted nostrils.

>>1133023
that could work

but if not then just do the job right

This is a bigger job than we were led to believe and we got stuff to make still. And real talk I don't wanna give anybody ammunition to say we do actually smell bad.

>>1133022
This is definitely a time to save!
I would apologize and wash about half of them, but you maybe could eat with Mr. Malcolm and split the spinach and corn as Raccoons are known to love corn? Washing then eating would be two birds with one stone, and food usually gets people to be nicer about paying off debts on a better day.