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[TheBiggerFish]

((Yeah, RL first.))

[Amperzand]

(Calc project 1 is almost finished, I should have a lot more free time and chance to rest this weekend.)

[TheBiggerFish]

((Yay!))

[Amperzand]

{Or, y'know, not. I've ended up doing a lot of things, very few of them involving free time, since I made that post. Ideally I'll end up with a weekend that isn't full of needful work or exploded transformers soonish.}

[MoonyTheHuman]

{Or, y'know, not. I've ended up doing a lot of things, very few of them involving free time, since I made that post. Ideally I'll end up with a weekend that isn't full of needful work or exploded transformers soonish.}

((Understandable, also, why haven't you tried having someone assist as a secondary gamemaster?))

[Amperzand]

{That's a good question. A: It didn't occur to me. B: I'm improvising this shit, so an assistant wouldn't have a plan to work from.}

[chaotic skies]

<<Le bump>>

[MoonyTheHuman]

((awaiting update eagerly.))

[MoonyTheHuman]

((Doublebump(TM)))

[Inconspicuous]

Some migrants have arrived!

One migrant...

[Gwolfski]

(Hi)

Gwolfski meets the new guy.

"Hi, I'm Gwolfski, engineer. I am not insane. Who are you?"

[Inconspicuous]

"Inconspicuous. Engineer."

The dwarf glances around nervously.

"Where's the library?"

[TheBiggerFish]

"Well what are you doing?"

[Gwolfski]

"This way. Follow me." Gwolfski leads Inconspicuous to the library.

[Amperzand]

{I'm sorry, everybody. I have been some combination of very busy indeed and quite fatigued. On my doctor's orders I have my ears full of cotton and stool softener, and should probably eat more cheese.}

The Inconspicuous Newcomer finds that this fortress possesses a highly unusual library. While its shelves are largely filled with the self-referential drivel produced by poets and the like, there is a single shelf in the back, at the center of a cluster of low tables, well lit by some kind of lightning-lamp created by the sorcery of this increasingly-infamous fortress. On that shelf, there are books written in strange hands, and speaking of topics not often seen in the stacks of the Mountainhomes. Alchemies and phyicalities and a sort of rigorous reason.

The low tables are populated by clusters of serious-looking dwarves in dark clothing. Their insignia mark them as representatives of the highest ranks of the Mountainhome, all but a few, who seem unusual indeed. One, who seems to have noticed you and is asking what you are doing, is not a dwarf at all, but a Man, wearing clothing unusual for his kind. Some glittering thing flits behind him.