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by Stormbringer » Sun Jun 22, 2025 4:53 pm
Once the Bean Bunch is out of the basket, your bicycles checked over, your gear gathered up and everyone set to go, you ascertain that the balloon is wrecked and going absolutely nowhere. But at least you escaped from Palace.
Everyone make a WITS check to try and establish where you are...
My fire is more than can be made with forests,
My state more base than are the basest valleys;
I wish no evenings more to see, each evening;
Shamed, I hate myself in sight of mountains,
And stop mine ears, lest I grow mad with music.