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Flight of the Ivramoth

by Zeffon

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1.
Poison 13:43
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i. Poison Suddenly, there's a thunderclap, and rain begins to pour from the sky. Your instincts tell you this is no ordinary rain. Either that, or it's the workers outside that suddenly burst into flames. One of those two. "Holy..." Mr. Paragi stands there, unmoving. The sight and smell of burning flesh causes him to faint. You don't. You've seen this kind of thing before. You begin to ponder amid the tortured screams and convicts dashing into the cave with chemical burns. It reminds you of your adventures in Unkardia. The rain begins to settle. As you think further, you suddenly feel compelled to help the poor souls that lie on the rocks, breathing heavily. Then, practically at the same time, you decide not to. You instead receive a strong prompting. There's practically no one who could stop you at this point. You could take the finds of the dig for yourself. "Groan..." Ulysses Paragi lies there, but is apparently awake now. How troublesome. You pull out your revolver, intent on shooting him. He was never a good ally anyway... *BANG*
2.
Helminthophobia Radio 03:19
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ii. Helminthophobia Radio You wake up. You can't see, and your head hurts. You move your tongue around. The inside of your mouth is caked with blood. Your vision slowly begins to return to you, as well as your hearing. You begin to hear what sounds like a steam machine on a horrible record. As you look around the cave you're in, you see skeletons, probably those of your own workers. Then it hits you. "That Kerragan... He SHOT me!" Your shout reverberates through the cavern. A voice responds. "Echo!" "What?" "Echo!!" You head to the source of the sound. In a room, there's a table and a record playing on a small record player. One you've heard before, but not in a long time. There's a man sitting inside the room in a chair, holding a trumpet. A blood-stained knife rests on the table.
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Dirt 00:13
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iii. Dirt The record stops, and the man gets up and changes it. He doesn't seem to notice you, and adjusts the pitch settings on the player to match that of the old vinyl. You want to speak, but your throat hurts, especially after yelling about that treacherous Kerragan. Suddenly, the man speaks.
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Untitled 20:26
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iv. Untitled "Hello, lovely. You find your spice shiny, eh?" "What?" You try not to speak too loud. "Oh, right. That's my drug self. Let's start over. I'm me. And you?" "Uhhh... Ulysses... Para..." The man interrupts you. "Ibiksis Island is a mighty fine neighborhood, ain't it, Mister Paragi?" You're confused. The man looks confused too. Apparently, the feeling's mutual. The record stops. The man picks it off the player and puts another one on. This one you definitely recognize. It's a heavily damaged vinyl of "Treasure Trove", by an experimental artist in the Seraph Territories, one whose name you can't remember. The man suddenly slaps himself and drinks out of a leather pouch. He slaps himself again, this time harder. "Bahhh... Got to stop it with all this alcohol. It's like I depend on it..." He suddenly looks up. "Oh hi! I didn't realize I had visito... Holy crap, you have blood running out of your mouth! Are you sure you're okay? You had briefly forgotten that you had been shot. You feel around the back of your head for a bullet hole, but you fail to find one. Instead you wipe your chin. "I'm fine..." "Ah, good. That's kind of scary to see. So who are you?" "Ulysses Paragi." "Ah, okay. Where are you from?" "Uh... Didn't you just find that out...?" "No." "Ibiksis Island. I'm the leader of that country." The man seems confused. Then he reaches for the leather pouch and offers you a drink. "Here. You'll probably want this." "What is it?" "It's a concoction I've made..." "A concoction?" "Yes. If you've been wounded out you, you need to protect yourself from... er... infections. It does send you for a loop, though." The record stops playing. Suddenly the man looks about. "There's been another execution." "What?" "Another one. It's a man from the Seraph Territories. He's been executed." You don't what to conclude from this man's antics. The man leaps up and grabs his knife. "I have to go," he says. "There's something I need to do." He then looks at you. "Actually, could you come along? I could use a wingman." "For what?" "Oh, you know. Leverage. Scare tactics. Assassinations." "Who are you?" He looks as though he's forgotten something. Snatching his trumpet off the table, he looks you. Despite the lack of dialogue, you instantly understand. This is Dr. Uy.

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i. Poison

Suddenly, there's a thunderclap, and rain begins to pour from the sky. Your instincts tell you this is no ordinary rain. Either that, or it's the workers outside that suddenly burst into flames. One of those two.

"Holy..."

Mr. Paragi stands there, unmoving. The sight and smell of burning flesh causes him to faint. You don't. You've seen this kind of thing before. You begin to ponder amid the tortured screams and convicts dashing into the cave with chemical burns. It reminds you of your adventures in Unkardia.

The rain begins to settle. As you think further, you suddenly feel compelled to help the poor souls that lie on the rocks, breathing heavily. Then, practically at the same time, you decide not to. You instead receive a strong prompting. There's practically no one who could stop you at this point. You could take the finds of the dig for yourself.

"Groan..."

Ulysses Paragi lies there, but is apparently awake now. How troublesome. You pull out your revolver, intent on shooting him. He was never a good ally anyway...

*BANG*

ii. Helminthophobia Radio

You wake up. You can't see, and your head hurts. You move your tongue around. The inside of your mouth is caked with blood. Your vision slowly begins to return to you, as well as your hearing. You begin to hear what sounds like a steam machine on a horrible record. As you look around the cave you're in, you see skeletons, probably those of your own workers. Then it hits you.

"That Kerragan... He SHOT me!"

Your shout reverberates through the cavern. A voice responds.

"Echo!"

"What?"

"Echo!!"

You head to the source of the sound. In a room, there's a table and a record playing on a small record player. One you've heard before, but not in a long time. There's a man sitting inside the room in a chair, holding a trumpet. A blood-stained knife rests on the table.

iii. Dirt

The record stops, and the man gets up and changes it. He doesn't seem to notice you, and adjusts the pitch settings on the player to match that of the old vinyl. You want to speak, but your throat hurts, especially after yelling about that treacherous Kerragan. Suddenly, the man speaks.

iv. Untitled

"Hello, lovely. You find your spice shiny, eh?"

"What?" You try not to speak too loud.

"Oh, right. That's my drug self. Let's start over. I'm me. And you?"

"Uhhh... Ulysses... Para..."

The man interrupts you.

"Ibiksis Island is a mighty fine neighborhood, ain't it, Mister Paragi?"

You're confused. The man looks confused too. Apparently, the feeling's mutual.

The record stops. The man picks it off the player and puts another one on. This one you definitely recognize. It's a heavily damaged vinyl of "Treasure Trove", by an experimental artist in the Seraph Territories, one whose name you can't remember. The man suddenly slaps himself and drinks out of a leather pouch. He slaps himself again, this time harder.

"Bahhh... Got to stop it with all this alcohol. It's like I depend on it..."

He suddenly looks up.

"Oh hi! I didn't realize I had visito... Holy crap, you have blood running out of your mouth! Are you sure you're okay?

You had briefly forgotten that you had been shot. You feel around the back of your head for a bullet hole, but you fail to find one. Instead you wipe your chin.

"I'm fine..."

"Ah, good. That's kind of scary to see. So who are you?"

"Ulysses Paragi."

"Ah, okay. Where are you from?"

"Uh... Didn't you just find that out...?"

"No."

"Ibiksis Island. I'm the leader of that country."

The man seems confused. Then he reaches for the leather pouch and offers you a drink.

"Here. You'll probably want this."

"What is it?"

"It's a concoction I've made..."

"A concoction?"

"Yes. If you've been wounded out you, you need to protect yourself from... er... infections. It does send you for a loop, though."

The record stops playing. Suddenly the man looks about.

"There's been another execution."

"What?"

"Another one. It's a man from the Seraph Territories. He's been executed."

You don't what to conclude from this man's antics.

The man leaps up and grabs his knife. "I have to go," he says. "There's something I need to do."

He then looks at you.

"Actually, could you come along? I could use a wingman."

"For what?"

"Oh, you know. Leverage. Scare tactics. Assassinations."

"Who are you?"

He looks as though he's forgotten something. Snatching his trumpet off the table, he looks you. Despite the lack of dialogue, you instantly understand. This is Dr. Uy.

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released February 16, 2013

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