The Hag Stone Session 8 Report

Antecedently: A free concert by Old Crowbar Medicine Show at the Lacquered Scabbard; Dojo-blowjo and other regrettable phrasings; OKAY I GUESS WE’RE JUST NOT GONNA SEE WHAT’S IN THE BASEMENT, SURE We’ve recovered our injured, incapacitated peeps, whole and alive as far as we can tell, and we’re prepared to call this a visit from Saint Not Nothing. We return to HQ and contemplate what sort of stuff would come in handy for next time: Listening devices/radio scanners Micro camera (and a micro-aquarium for some of these micro-fish I’ve heard so much about) Handcuffs? Assuming zip ties weren’t an 80s thing, which I refuse to look up. We do some character reconfiguration and similar: Semor Love of language rooted in book of lore from the Akashic Library that he somehow accessed (a space which does not, strictly speaking, physically exist), and which he cannot read; this is his totem, and I can learn one word of phrase at a time as a kind of level-up. The First Word yields this Stunt: Sneaky…