TAKE X (6-5-17: The End)

> Duximas: Greet Tukha.



"I knew that would do it. Hey, Tukha," you say, clapping Tukha on the back.

Looking past the two of you, Krytikas asks, "Were you on the other side of that ridge the whole time?"

Tukha clears his throat and hurriedly gathers up the cards, sorting them back into a deck. "I was remaining incognito, friends. That aside, I'm quite pleased - though admittedly somewhat surprised - to see all three of you here. How did you know where to find me?"

"Ah. I can tell when you're hiding something," Krytikas says. "And you were keeping your location secret."

"That explains that." Tukha looks across all three of you. As usual, whatever he's feeling is a mystery - his sunglasses hide his emotions pretty well.

"Hold on, Shades," Breza says, breaking an uncharacteristically long silence. "Where'd your hat go?"

Tukha smiles. "Now that's a story. It all began when I found myself lying on the ground outside an inn in Eztebi..."



"...and when I returned with the chicken, all the stonemason could say was 'That's 77 for me!'" Tukha lets out a belly laugh and wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. "Hooo... anyway, so I lost my hat when it blew off my head and into the ravine here."

Krytikas' eyes flash. "Wait. So you're telling me that that entire story had nothing to do with your hat?"

"Oh, no, it was vital!" Tukha says. "You see, I had dinner with the stonemason that night..."



"...and so that's why my hat didn't fit quite as well as it used to."

"Hmph." Krytikas crosses her arms. "Well, that does explain it."

Breza applauds. "You always were good at spinning yarns, Shades. Got any other stories up your sleeve?"

"No!" you and Krytikas both yell at the same time. The two of you share a quick glance, then Krytikas continues. "Rather, no, I don't think we have time right now. Now that we're all together, we need to figure out our plan from here."



"The way I see it," Krytikas says, "the only way we can fix all this is if we can get into the Centrality. From there, we sneak into Meion's library and edit the contents to put things back the way they were."

Breza snorts. "Yeah, easier said than done. We only gotta get past a pissed-off goddess to get there. The same goddess who kicked us out without a sweat last time."

"So the odds are against us?" Tukha says. "Perfect."

"Hey, never said I wasn't gonna do anything," Breza continues. "Just wanted to make sure we were all on the same page."

Krytikas glances to you. "It seems so."

You nod. "Let's do it. We owe it t' every single mortal who we let down."

"Indeed. Then here's what I think," Krytikas says. "As you pointed out, Breza, we'll need to be clever about this. So we need a way to get to the Centrality and someone who can sneak under the notice of divinity. That way, we can get to the library without her noticing."

> Duximas: Check skills.



In addition to your skills, you know that the others can do the following:

Krytikas
Secrets - She can read the secrets that others are keeping.
Void Cloak - This skill allows her to avoid the notice of those around her if she so chooses.

Tukha
Odds - He can calculate probability for any situation, given a certain baseline of information.
Ends - He can unlock a special door in the Centrality, behind which lies the afterlife.

Breza
Athlete - Breza can master any sport if she practices it for a short period beforehand.
Ultraviolence - If Breza can grab a foe, she can pick them up and slam them into the wall, or the floor, or whatever else happens to be near at the time. She can finish this attack by either stomping on the foe or by throwing them.

> Palmer: Have a fight!



You leap from your hiding place and clock Travler on the jaw. She wheels around, nursing her chin, and glowers at you. "Who in the deuce are you supposed to be?" she hisses.



You have to admit, of the reactions you were thinking you might get, "total lack of recognition" was not one of them.

> Sienna: Don't have a fight!



Before you can really tear into this idiot, Ione reappears. "All right," she says, "Amata is dead." She pauses a moment. "Who's this guy?"

"I don't know," you say. "He just jumped in and punched me in the face, and I was about to blast him to the underworld and back."

"Wait, you killed Pia Amata?" the guy says.

Ione nods slightly. "Yes. Are you about to try and fight us? Because, fair warning, it won't go well for you."

He shakes his head. "I was coming here to do the same thing." He looks you over, apparently turning some things over in his head. "Why did you do it?" he eventually asks.

"We're going to fix everything about this world," Ione says. "We'll revert what the One Goddess did."

"What she said," you chime in. There's not a whole lot that you can contribute to this conversation.

His eyes flash. "I see. ...Deadman."

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"Palmer Deadman. That's my name. What was your plan from here?"

"We're going to spread the word that Amata is dead, to shake people's belief in the One Goddess," Ione says. "We just need someone who'd want to help get the info out while we move on to the next step."

> Palmer: Know a guy.



"I know a guy," you say.

Current status of party:
Duximas: Khetaqa Canyon
Sienna: Vezretti Church - Back Hallway
Palmer: Vezretti Church - Back Hallway