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tsukinofaerii
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4 months ago
Just desserts Before you can finish speaking the name, the Unctuous Attendant slams the door in your face with such force that you stumble back, slip on a lacre-slicked stone, and crack your head on the cobbles. The whistles of a brigade of Special Constables are ringing in your ears. You stagger to your feet and flee along the Bazaar. The whistles grow louder. But what is this? The Bazaar has seven doors, and seven only. None, as far as you know, are doors of milk. Yet here one is, gushing and foaming. An eighth door? No. There are seven doors, and this is not one of them. It is not here and never will be. The whistles sound again. With no recourse, you step through. The milk – is it milk? No, it is glutinous, like molten wax. It cakes your clothes. You scrape it from your eyes, and find yourself in a narrow tunnel. The walls are caked in a thick, pale coat of candle-wax. There is a stink of offal, worsening with each step. Look back, and the tunnel stretches endlessly. But you do not have far to go, now. You come to a room. In the centre is a ring of crumbled bricks, stacked waist-high. A well. The room around it – the walls, the ceiling, the floor – is tortuously warped, as if the well has dragged everything towards it. It drags you, too, dragging you towards it as if a weight were tied to your neck. A voice is calling. The well-mouth gapes, gulps, swallows. The space between stars is the space between your atoms. Nothingness dissects you. You are made hollow. You awake, the next day, in your bed. Your head aches. The dream (was it a dream?) is fading. And – oh? What's that on the table? Oh god.

Just desserts Before you can finish speaking the name, the Unctuous Attendant slams the door in your face with such force that you stumble back, slip on a lacre-slicked stone, and crack your head on the cobbles. The whistles of a brigade of Special Constables are ringing in your ears. You stagger to your feet and flee along the Bazaar. The whistles grow louder. But what is this? The Bazaar has seven doors, and seven only. None, as far as you know, are doors of milk. Yet here one is, gushing and foaming. An eighth door? No. There are seven doors, and this is not one of them. It is not here and never will be. The whistles sound again. With no recourse, you step through. The milk – is it milk? No, it is glutinous, like molten wax. It cakes your clothes. You scrape it from your eyes, and find yourself in a narrow tunnel. The walls are caked in a thick, pale coat of candle-wax. There is a stink of offal, worsening with each step. Look back, and the tunnel stretches endlessly. But you do not have far to go, now. You come to a room. In the centre is a ring of crumbled bricks, stacked waist-high. A well. The room around it – the walls, the ceiling, the floor – is tortuously warped, as if the well has dragged everything towards it. It drags you, too, dragging you towards it as if a weight were tied to your neck. A voice is calling. The well-mouth gapes, gulps, swallows. The space between stars is the space between your atoms. Nothingness dissects you. You are made hollow. You awake, the next day, in your bed. Your head aches. The dream (was it a dream?) is fading. And – oh? What's that on the table? Oh god.

You now have 1 x A Complete Set of Preserved Internal Organs. An occurrence! Your 'Wounds' Quality is now 8 - The Spirit has Departed! An occurrence! Your 'Nightmares' Quality is now 8 - Raving! An occurrence! Your 'Suspicion' Quality is now 8 - Imprisoned!! An occurrence! Your 'Unaccountably Peckish' Quality is now 10 - THERE IS A VOID! Dangerous has dropped (from 230) to 223 - Shattering! Watchful has dropped (from 227) to 220 - Extraordinary! Persuasive has dropped to (from 230) 223 - Legendary! Shadowy has dropped (from 230) to 223 - Invisible! You've lost 1 x Incarnadine Fur Robe (new total 0).

You now have 1 x A Complete Set of Preserved Internal Organs. An occurrence! Your 'Wounds' Quality is now 8 - The Spirit has Departed! An occurrence! Your 'Nightmares' Quality is now 8 - Raving! An occurrence! Your 'Suspicion' Quality is now 8 - Imprisoned!! An occurrence! Your 'Unaccountably Peckish' Quality is now 10 - THERE IS A VOID! Dangerous has dropped (from 230) to 223 - Shattering! Watchful has dropped (from 227) to 220 - Extraordinary! Persuasive has dropped to (from 230) 223 - Legendary! Shadowy has dropped (from 230) to 223 - Invisible! You've lost 1 x Incarnadine Fur Robe (new total 0).

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