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[tongueamok]

Hello, this is Carlisle. I mean, it's not Carlisle as in I'm actually answering you right now, so if you're trying to reply to me at the second, you should probably save your breath because I'm not really here. This is some kind of a recording of my voice, but this is my communicator. I'm going to assume these devices are as common here as they are in other places — not my world, but others, ones more technologically advanced than where I come from— so if you'd like to leave me a message, then you may do so here, or er... Right. Here is fine. So just leave yo— [beep]

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[tongueamok]

[Regretting his life choices of stairs.]

Every month? Cisth, do the false gods not think they have enough people for their machinations?

[mismanagement]

[He's also now comitted to the stairs. Sorry, dude. On the bright side, Maketh lives on the first floor.]

Apparently not. And it seems their need will only increase as they resurrect more of their brethren.

[tongueamok]

[He passes another landing, thanking his goddess that he's not winded yet.]

Why are they resurrecting more of their kind, exactly?

[mismanagement]

That's unclear. Presumably they're stronger as a group.

[tongueamok]

[Stairs III: Return of the Stairs.]

Is there a finite number of them? Or are they endless?

[mismanagement]

I'm uncertain. They're named after the emotions they take power from. I suppose it depends on how specific that emotion is, and what the feeding process entails.

[tongueamok]

And what do they intend to do once however many of them they desire have been resurrected?

[mismanagement]

They have declined to share that detail.

[tongueamok]

[Sigh. That might be from her answer or from the stairs.]

Fantastic.

Do you believe them to be gods? True gods?

[mismanagement]

[There are a lot of stairs. Maketh is beginning to feel bad.]

No. I believe they're powerful and like to give themselves titles. There were men in my home who did such things. That didn't make them gods.

[tongueamok]

[Desth, stairs. Why.]

Right.

[Huff. Okay, stairs hurting now.]

Almost to the bottom, so I suppose I'll, er. Let you go here.

[If that is the terminology.]

[mismanagement]

All right. I will see you soon.