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LIAB 47:7/Description

2012-12-19T15:15:19Z

GRuban: Described.

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[[Tramennis]] speaks, smiling with one eye half closed, and [[Slately]] speaks grimly. Rows of Jetstone archers at attention, and shadowed forms of [[Unipegataur]]s are in the background.

LIAB 47:6/Description

2012-12-19T15:13:33Z

GRuban: Described.

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[[Ossomer]], serious, speaks against a background of flying [[dwagon]]s.

LIAB 47:5/Description

2012-12-19T15:12:21Z

GRuban: Described.

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[[Tramennis]] speaks, smiling, as [[Slately]] looks on grimly. Rows of Jetstone archers at attention, and shadowed forms of [[Unipegataur]]s are in the background.

LIAB 47:4/Description

2012-12-19T15:10:08Z

GRuban: Described.

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[[Tramennis]] leans over the railing, pointing his finger at [[Ossomer]], who bows his head in shame.

LIAB 47:3/Description

2012-12-19T15:08:19Z

GRuban: Described.

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[[Ossomer]] and [[Tramennis]] speak before a background of Jetstone archers.

LIAB 47:2/Description

2012-12-19T05:03:26Z

GRuban: Described.

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Head and shoulders view of [[Ossomer]] in red and black [[decrypted]] livery.

LIAB 47:1/Description

2012-12-19T05:02:15Z

GRuban: Described.

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[[Tramennis]], serious once more, with his fist to his chest, faces [[Ossomer]]. Rows of Jetstone archers stand in the background.

LIAB 46:13/Description

2012-12-19T05:00:50Z

GRuban: Described.

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Side view of [[Ossomer]], hovering on his rolled magic carpet, outside the railing of the [[Tower of Jenga]], and talking to [[Tramennis]], a silent [[Slately]], and rows [[Jetstone]] archers at attention. Ossomer is large, imposing, and serious, while Tramennis spreads his arms and gestures mockingly.

LIAB 46:12/Description

2012-12-19T04:57:05Z

GRuban: specify

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Bird's eye, or likely, [[Ossomer]]'s eye, view, looking over a railing and down on [[Tramennis]] and [[Slately]], flanked by rows of [[Jetstone]] archers at attention. Tramennis has his fist to his chest, indicating earnestness.

LIAB 46:12/Description

2012-12-19T04:56:00Z

GRuban: Described.

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Bird's eye, or likely, [[Ossomer]]'s eye, view, looking over a railing and down on [[Tramennis]] and [[Slately]], flanked by rows of [[Jetstone]] soldiers. Tramennis has his fist to his chest, indicating earnestness.

LIAB 46:9/Description

2012-12-19T04:53:07Z

GRuban: red was rider

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[[Ossomer]], mounted on his rolled up flying carpet, leads a flight of [[dwagons]] towards the [[Tower of Jenga]].
There are at least five yellow dwagons, a blue, and a pink.

LIAB 46:9/Description

2012-12-19T04:52:12Z

GRuban: Described.

LIAB 46:8/Description

2012-12-19T04:47:36Z

GRuban: Described.

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[[Parson]] scowls at an anxious [[Sizemore]]. They are silhouetted in front of the glowing green Gobwin Knob [[portal]].

IPTSF Text 23

2012-12-19T04:40:22Z

GRuban: Seems OK.

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Out in the field, monotony was ice and rocks and endless road. At home, it was stairs.

[[Wanda]] and [[Clay]] trudged up them in silence. All Wanda could think to say about Clay's confession-under-duress was, "That is likely something you should keep to yourself, [[Luckamancer]]." It wasn't what he had wanted to hear.

Un-[[Tommy]] was waiting for Wanda at the base of the tower, having been recalled from the outer walls by her silent order. Her former brother stood motionless on the cobblestones beside her equally motionless former snow golem. Together, staring dumbly at nothing, the two made quite a pair.

Or was it three of them? Slouching there, indifferent to the cold wind, Clay looked almost as lifeless.

Was this what she did to people? Perhaps she should order un-[[Larry]] to report here, to complete this set of empty shells she was creating.

"Continue on up to your quarters," she ordered Clay. "Order the [[Lady Temple]] to meet me at my suite in one hour."

"Yes, Chief," said Clay. As shame-faced and longingly as he looked at her, he seemed relieved to be leaving her side.

She had animated him well, but un-Tommy was beginning to show small signs of decay. They'd seen no action here, and sought none afield since the air battle that ended their alliance. She knew that unlike Tommy, un-Tommy would be perfectly willing to stand there for all his remaining turns, then blow away to dust.

She put the uncroaked unit through some paces, to see what his capabilities were, and to give Clay time to get a few floors ahead of her. Then she ordered un-Tommy back to his post, and climbed up the stairs, stairs, stairs. Each dull step was a small moment lived, unremarkable and meaningless, but necessary to the progression of the climb.

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Up in her small suite near the top of Minnow Tower, Wanda unpacked her new raiment and laid it out upon the bed. [[Teddy Clothespin]], the [[Dollamancer]] who had sold it to her, had helped her create something out of the depths of her own desires and imagination. She looked at it, wondering if she even dared to put it on.

"Olay," she said, casting the minor Dollamancy spell that Teddy had taught her. The wrinkles in each piece went smooth, as the garment was restored to its new-turn condition.{{ref|oil}}

Double-checking that her door was locked, Wanda stripped out of the suit she had worn since [[Goodfinger]]. She still loved the outfit for its elegance, and for its utter lack of resemblance to [[Goodminton]]'s sombre raiment style. But it had been [[Olive]]'s. And once she had it off, Wanda was sure she would never again put it next to her skin. Perhaps Teddy would buy it from her.

She pulled the white tights on first. Then she slipped the light, airy chemise over her head. The Dollamancer had modified her old riding gloves into long, chamois evening gloves with stealthy riding grips sewn into the palms. Her clunky boots he'd turned into shiny black thigh-highs topped with lace, but still reinforced in the feet and ankles for combat riding.

The entire outfit followed this philosophy of applying maximum possible style before function started to suffer. The slate blue jacket was cropped in length, with sleeves short enough to let her swing a staff in a fight. The bodice (which she now laced and pulled into a tight cinch around her waist) would keep her straight in the saddle. Even the decorative chain around her waist could be used as a bolo weapon if needed.

She stepped to the mirror to have a look.

The Wanda in the mirror needed a comb. Her hair seemed to have fallen limp after the warmth and humidity of the [[Magic Kingdom]]. No, better than a comb: a hat. Teddy had urgently wanted to add some headgear to the ensemble, but she had already spent more than was justifiable. [[Overlord Firebaugh|Father]] had granted her a favor after they'd won the battle, and she'd asked for new raiment. But the treasury was dwindling. [[Shmuckers]] were tight.

She felt through her satchel, looking for a clip or tie-back. Her hand fell on the message hat, shrunken down as small as it would go. Hm. She took it out and resized it to fit her head, and it looked much worse than nothing. A top hat with this dress took all the femininity out of it, and made the whole outfit absurd. The [[Jack|obnoxious Foolamancer]] she'd met in the Magic Kingdom couldn't have picked a worse match to wear. She threw the hat on the bed, and looked at mirror-Wanda ruefully.

But a weird thought emerged out of her frustration. She picked the hat back up, resized it to the dimensions of a teacup and saucer, and stuck it to her head at a jaunty angle.

It worked. Mirror-Wanda knew it worked. The hat even knew it worked. It stayed right in place via the natural Dollamancy (or was it natural [[Hat Magic]]?) of just belonging there.

Mirror-Wanda turned her head with a sly, approving smile, and Wanda felt she had taken one further step toward becoming that woman. Yes, her brother was lost, and her side was still friendless and desperate. The fact that she had acquired new clothing was unremarkable and meaningless. But it was another small, necessary moment lived in the progression of the climb.

There was a knock upon her door.

[[Image:Wanda-Goth-Loli-Outfit.JPG]]

==Notes==
{{Note|oil}} Oil of Olay is a beauty cream, meant to remove wrinkles and reduce the effects of aging.

[[Category:Page Annotation/IPTSF|023]]

Age

2012-12-19T04:22:28Z

GRuban: /* In Relation to Events */ it's "hundreds" until it's "thousands"

This is an attempt to figure out how old people are; it's a work in progress, please be patient.

=Concrete Dates=
*[[Parson Gotti]] – Born December 7, 1982 (25 years at the launch of the comic) {{erf|1|037a}} With 6 leap years, and a day being equal to a turn, Parson would be (365 * 25) + 6 or 9131 turns at the start of The Battle for Gobwin Knob.
*Artemis – 1854 as of Love Is a Battlefield {{erf|2|T50}}

=Approximate Dates=
==In Relation to '''Love is a Battlefield'''==
*[[King Slately]] – Roughly 3000 turns {{erf|2|T33}}
*[[Don King]] – At least 415 turns {{erf|2|T5}}
**Don was popped, became King at 15 turns, took a tour of Transylvito of unknown duration, and hasn't left the capital in over 400 turns.
*[[Mary Sagittari]] – About 1700 turns {{erf|2|T55}}
*[[Prince Tramennis]] – Over 1700 turns {{erf|2|T55}}.
**He was there to approve the proposed popping of Mary, after all.
*[[Ansom]] – At least 476 turns {{erf|2|T50}}.
**Being only Level 2 in the flashback, it's likely he isn't much older.
*[[Fud]] – Less than 66 turns. {{erf|2|T4}}
**Vurp was the last living Hobgobwin after TBFGK; all other Hobs were popped in the 66 turns since then.
*[[Zhopa]] – Between 63 and 66 turns{{erf|1.5|23}}
**He's been around since at least the 3rd turn after TBFGK
*[[Jillian Zamussels]] – At least 700 turns{{erf|2|T6}}
**It is unclear from "In her days of swinging steel for Shmuckers" if she was a mercenary for Faq or a barbarian. If she was a barbarian, then Jillian is at least 900 turns (''700 turns of barbarian + 200 turns since being called Princess + however many turns between IPTSF and the Fall of Faq and however many turns when she was called Princess'')
*Prince [[Sammy]] Haggar – At least 200 turns{{erf|2|T7}}
**"[Sammy] gained more respect for old Dickie than he'd had in hundreds of turns."

==In Relation to Events==
*[[Jillian Zamussels]] – Over 200 turns when WRECD was formed {{ref|[[IPTSF Text 27]]}}
**It is unknown how long Jillian allowed people to call her Princess before that.
**It is unknown how many turns have passed since then.
*[[Vinny Doombats]] – Over 200 turns before he visited Transylvito for the first time{{erf|1.5|17}}
**It is unknown how many turns have passed since then.
*[[Stanley]] – At least 200 turns between the fall of [[Faq]] and LIAB{{erf|2|T27}}
**Stanley kept the location of Faq a secret for "hundreds of turns"; this could be anywhere from 200 to 1999 turns.
**It is unknown how many turns Stanley had before Faq.

=Ages Relative to Other Characters=
*[[Wanda Firebaugh]]
**Popped after: Overlord Firebaugh, Atomic Firebaugh, Delphi Temple, Clay Dice, Olive Branch, Jack Snipe, Marie
**Popped before: Jillian Zamussels{{ref|[[IPTSF Text 34]]}}
*[[Ace Hardware]]
**Popped after: Holly Shortcake {{erf|2|T30}}
**Popped before:
*Prince Tramennis
**Popped after: Victor, Lustrius
**Popped before: Prince Ossomer{{erf|1.5|40}}, Mary Sagittari, Ansom {{erf|2|T29}}
*[[Stanley]]
**Popped after: [[King Saline IV]]{{erf|1|79}}
**Popped before:
*[[Sizemore Rockwell]]
**Popped after: King Saline IV{{erf|1|78}}
**Popped before:
*Artemis
**Popped after: Prince Forthewin{{erf|2|T50}}
**Popped before: Prince Ansom{{erf|2|T50}}
*[[Jillian Zamussels]]
**Popped after: Wanda Firebaugh, Jack Snipe, Marie
**Popped before: Bart Lightrail{{ref|[[IPTSF Text 29]]}}
*[[Vurp]]
**Popped after:
**Popped before: Fud{{erf|2|T4}}

==Jetstone Royal Family==
This is based on the assumption that the names in [[LIAB Text 33]] are in chronological order. The only definite numbers are 1, 2, 3 and 16 out of 23.

I'm assuming Ansom is older than Ossomer, since Ansom handed the 'pliers to him in [[LIAB Text 29]]

*1. Victor
*2. ???
*3. Lustrius
*Titas
*Forthewin
*Wonderloaf
—9 more—
*16. Tramennis
*???
*Ansom
*???
*Ossomer

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Heroine bud

2012-12-18T15:30:53Z

GRuban: /* Real World References */ spelling, wikipedia link

=Proposed Canon=
The heroine bud (or hero bud for a male user) is a delicate pinkish flower which provides addictive sensations of euphoria when worn in the hair. Prolonged use is apparently detrimental and certainly has bad effects on the user's [[signamancy]].

They grow (possibly exclusively) in the [[Olive Garden]] at [[Efbaum]] and are a favoured tool in the machinations of the [[Florist]] Dame [[Olive Branch]].

A pink flower similar to a heroine bud appears in the [[livery]] of [[Wanda Firebaugh]], possibly as a memento of her service under Dame Olive.

=Speculation=
Heroin buds are a form of applied [[Flower Power]].

=Real World References=
An apparently obvious reference to the addictive real world drug [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heroin heroin] (clinical name diamorphine), which is also derived from botanical roots (specifically the opium poppy) - albeit with significant processing.

[[Category: Magic Items]]
[[Category: Proposed Canon]]

Heroine bud

2012-12-18T15:29:03Z

GRuban: s

=Proposed Canon=
The heroine bud (or hero bud for a male user) is a delicate pinkish flower which provides addictive sensations of euphoria when worn in the hair. Prolonged use is apparently detrimental and certainly has bad effects on the user's [[signamancy]].

They grow (possibly exclusively) in the [[Olive Garden]] at [[Efbaum]] and are a favoured tool in the machinations of the [[Florist]] Dame [[Olive Branch]].

A pink flower similar to a heroine bud appears in the [[livery]] of [[Wanda Firebaugh]], possibly as a memento of her service under Dame Olive.

=Speculation=
Heroin buds are a form of applied [[Flower Power]].

=Real World References=
An apparently obvious reference to the addictive real world drug heroin (clinical name diamorphine), which is also deried from botanical roots (specifically the opium poppy) - albiet with significant processing.

[[Category: Magic Items]]
[[Category: Proposed Canon]]

Heroine bud

2012-12-18T15:28:42Z

GRuban: Categorize

=Proposed Canon=
The heroine bud (or hero bud for a male user) is a delicate pinkish flower which provides addictive sensations of euphoria when worn in the hair. Prolonged use is apparently detrimental and certainly has bad effects on the user's [[signamancy]].

They grow (possibly exclusively) in the [[Olive Garden]] at [[Efbaum]] and are a favoured tool in the machinations of the [[Florist]] Dame [[Olive Branch]].

A pink flower similar to a heroine bud appears in the [[livery]] of [[Wanda Firebaugh]], possibly as a memento of her service under Dame Olive.

=Speculation=
Heroin buds are a form of applied [[Flower Power]].

=Real World References=
An apparently obvious reference to the addictive real world drug heroin (clinical name diamorphine), which is also deried from botanical roots (specifically the opium poppy) - albiet with significant processing.

[[Category: Magic Item]]
[[Category: Proposed Canon]]

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2012-12-18T15:24:03Z

GRuban: Text 56

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Gobwin Insurrection

2012-11-28T19:53:13Z

GRuban: clarify links

{{StanleysHistoric}}
{{battle
|prev= [[First Battle of Faq]]
|conc= None
|next= [[Destruction of the Milquetoast Clan]]
|name= Gobwin Insurrection
|image=
|conflict= Gobwin Insurrection
|date=
|place= [[Gobwin Knob]]
|result= [[King Saline IV]] croaked; [[Stanley the Tool|Stanley the Plaid]] becomes [[Overlord]] of Gobwin Knob
|side1= [[Gobwin Knob| Gobwin Knob & Tribe of the Plaid]]
|side2= [[Gobwin]] Insurrectionists
|commanders1=*[[Ruler]] [[King Saline IV]]
*Chief Warlod[[Stanley the Tool| Stanley the Plaid]]
|commanders2=* ''unknown''
|forces1=*1 [[Royal]]
*1 Warlord
*Dwagons
*Gobwin Knob Casters
**1 Dirtamancer [[Sizemore Rockwell]]
*[[Men]]
**Tribe of the Plaid
|forces2=*Gobwins
*''possibly'' Hobgobwins
|casual1=*[[King Saline IV]]
*''additional casualties unknown''
|casual2=*''unknown''
}}

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|2={{{c1|#B4C5E3}}}
|3={{{c2|#F0F0F0}}}
|name= [[Gobwin Insurrection]]
|battles= [[Gobwin Insurrection: Part I]], [[Gobwin Insurrection: Part II]]
}}
=Analysis=
Some time after [[Stanley the Tool]] [[sack]]ed the [[Faq|City of Faq]], while Stanley and a group of casters were outside of the capital on an attack, the [[hobgobwin]] and [[gobwin]] [[natural allies]] of [[Gobwin Knob]] suddenly broke alliance, [[croaking]] [[King Saline IV]] and leaving Stanley (as [[heir]]) Overlord of Gobwin Knob in the field. Returning with his stacks of dragons and caster units, he promptly retook the [[capital]] and the Gobwin and Hobgobwin units surrendered and reformed their alliance to him.

It is extremely rare and serious for a group of natural allies to break alliance with their chosen Capital side. Generally, a natural alliance will last as long as both sides survive. And considering that the remaining gobwins and hobgobwins rejoined the new Overlord of Gobwin Knob (and stayed with it to the [[Vurp|last hobgobwin]]), this betrayal was strange indeed. It is unknown exactly why the tribes broke alliance, but [[Vurp]] (as the last surviving hobgobwin witness) has lied to Parson Gotti to cover up the true events (or at least his knowledge thereof).

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2012-11-28T19:46:12Z

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'''[[Sean Mattox]]:''' Not without a fight.

'''[[Tracy]]:''' Attempting that is an act of war.

We don't need an enforcement council; we will answer in kind!

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2012-11-28T19:45:43Z

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'''[[Sean]]:''' Dookeda, dookeda, dookeda, dookeda...

'''[[Parson]]:''' Makes me want to roll for traps.

'''[[Jojo]]:''' Hurry, hurry.

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2012-11-28T19:45:16Z

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'''[[Sean Mattox]]:''' We ''what?''

'''Tophat Carnymancer:''' Hey. B.C.{{ref|BC}}

'''[[Jojo]]:''' Think of it! Will this be one Titanic affront too many? Will the [[Titans]] allow him to violate the conventions of warfare, and pass through? Or will the [[portal]] reject him! Perhaps, even ''destroy'' him this time, as it would any ordinary [[warlord]]?! I cannot say, my fellow [[caster]]s, and neither can you! But in my estimation as a [[Carnymancer]], I can only tell you that this will be exceedingly dangerous for him.

LIAB 97:5/Text

2012-11-28T19:44:46Z

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'''Tracy:''' ... Arright. Go on, then.

'''[[Jojo]]:''' [[Sean]], a drumroll, if you'd be so kind.

LIAB 90:4/Text

2012-11-28T19:43:39Z

GRuban: link Sean Mattox

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'''Poddubny Carnymancer:''' They been thinkin' a while.

'''[[Jojo]]:''' Yes, they're negotiating.

'''Tophat Carnymancer:''' They better not come out of it with a deal.

'''[[Sean Mattox]]{{ref|1}} Carnymancer:''' We should just blast him while he's talking.

Sean

2012-11-28T19:42:38Z

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#REDIRECT [[Sean Mattox]]

Sean Mattox

2012-11-28T19:41:24Z

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=Proposed Canon=
''"We should just blast him while he's talking."''

'''Strengths:''' Ruthlessness.

'''Weaknesses:''' Respect for authority.

'''First Appearance:''' [[LIAB 82]]

Sean Mattox is a [[Carnymancer]] seen in the [[Magic Kingdom]] who opposes [[Parson]]'s passing through [[Portal Park]] to get to a battle, but eventually defers to [[Jojo]] to let him through.

=Real world references=

https://plus.sandbox.google.com/108169111610901863311

"The Carnymancer in the brown suit and tie in Book 2 page 082 is Erfworld Kickstarter supporter Sean Mattox, whose generous pledge earned him the cameo as a caster in the Magic Kingdom." – WoT [http://www.erfworld.com/2012/07/first-kickstarter-cameo-toolbox-additions-nice-fan-art-and-review/ July 25th Newspost]

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Pom Fritz

2012-11-28T19:16:47Z

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|name= Pom Fritz
|race= [[Men]]
|tribe= [[Croatan Tribe|Croatan]] (lost tribe)
|faction= [[Goodminton]]
|class= [[Warlord]]
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=Proposed Canon=
'''First Appearance:''' [[IPTSF Text 6]]

Pom Fritz is a [[warlord]] serving the side of [[Goodminton]] around the time when [[Wanda]] [[pop]]ped. He was Goodminton’s highest-level warlord and [[Tommy Firebaugh]]'s close friend and second in command.
He is described as "a beefy man with a red beard and a single red eyebrow over his buggy green eyes" wielding a great axe.

=Real world references=
His name is a pun on [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_fries "pommes frites"]. (French Fries in the French language)

{{Office Holder
| Office=[[Chief Warlord]] of [[Goodminton]]
| Previous=[[Tommy Firebaugh|Atomic "Tommy" Firebaugh]]
| Next=''None, [[Side]] destroyed''
}}

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LIAB 90

2012-11-28T18:50:32Z

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=Notes=
{{note|1}} "The Carnymancer in the brown suit and tie in Book 2 page 082 is Erfworld Kickstarter supporter Sean Mattox, whose generous pledge earned him the cameo as a caster in the Magic Kingdom." – WoT [http://www.erfworld.com/2012/07/first-kickstarter-cameo-toolbox-additions-nice-fan-art-and-review/ July 25th Newspost]

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2012-04-06T13:56:43Z

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2012-04-06T13:35:19Z

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Firebaugh

2012-03-30T13:28:37Z

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|name= Firebaugh
|race= [[Men]]
|tribe= [[Croatan Tribe|Croatan]] (lost tribe)
|faction= [[Goodminton]]
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=Proposed Canon=
''"Well you were right, [[Atomic Firebaugh|Atomic]]. She's lovely. Our doom is really lovely."''

'''Strengths:''' Diplomacy,[[IPTSF Text 25]] Inspiring [[Loyalty]].

'''Weaknesses:''' Relationships with [[Spell]][[caster]]s, Capacity for Hope.

'''First Appearance:''' [[IPTSF Text 1]]

[[Overlord]] Firebaugh was the [[Ruler]] of [[Goodminton]]. He was father of [[Wanda Firebaugh]] and her older brother [[Atomic Firebaugh]].

Overlord Firebaugh is described as "worn, but steadfast". He does not have his son's powerful build, but his features are stately. He has blue eyes and a [[bald]] scalp with some gray wispy hair.

He was [[croaked]] and his kingdom destroyed in an attack by [[Haffaton]].[[IPTSF Text 26]]

=Real world references=
His name is a pun on "fireball".
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Sawhorse

2012-02-21T15:19:46Z

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=Proposed Canon=
Sawhorses are [[Mount]] [[Unit]]s used by [[Goodminton]]. They look like horses with saws in place of their snout or muzzle.

[[Wanda]] uses sawhorses as her mounts. She names one [[Funnyface]] and another [[Uggymug]].

Sawhorses take one [[turn]] to [[pop]].

=Speculation=

Sawhorses seem to have calm temperament.

Sawhorses are likely not very pretty since Wanda name her sawhorses "Funnyface" and "Uggymug" (Ugly Mug?).

=Real World References=

Its name refers to a [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sawhorse beam with four legs] used to support a board or plank for sawing.

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IPTSF Text 26

2012-02-21T15:08:29Z

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Inner Peace (Through Superior Firepower) – Episode 026
February 20th, 2012

Before dawn, [[Wanda]] assembled a [[rations|light pack]]. She would return in three turns' time, with fresh troops and hopefully fresh ideas. Her pledge to [[Firebaugh|Father]] would be carried out while he lived. She was taking to the road to hurt [[Haffaton]] for him, and for [[Tommy]].

To hurt [[Olive]], she reserved for herself.

She glanced at the mirror in passing, then stopped, curious. That duality she'd always felt was gone. Mirror Wanda no longer seemed like a separate person. The dangerous, powerful creature there was simply her reflection now. This was the face the enemy would see as her [[uncroaked]] reaped them in the road.

Also, she looked exceedingly cute. Let them fear that as well. Fire could be fought with fire, [[Florist]].

She took up her knapsack and staff in one hand, opened the door, and found [[Clay]] standing in the hallway. His back was to the wall, his eyes to the floor.

"[[Luckamancer]]," she said, stepping out and pulling the door shut.

"Hey, [[Chief Caster|Chief]]."

In truth, Wanda had been trying to think of something to say to him for days. That was one of the ideas she hoped to gain during this trip. But here he was right now.

His being "in [[love]] with" her raised any number of problems, yet made her curious as well. Love was a powerful force. Hard to study. Clay understood it; he was suffering from it. Maybe he could explain it to her, the way he had with the dice. Though...if she stayed in close contact with him, would she start to feel the same for him?

To look at him, it didn't seem a danger. "Was there...something you needed?"

"Yeah. Listen, Chief, I think [[Delphie Temple|Delphie's]] pretty sure you're not coming back. So, you shouldn't go. Please don't. Okay?" His voice went high with pleading, but he had trouble looking at her.

Wanda swallowed. Delphie was [[Predictamancy|Predicting]] she wouldn't return home? "She thinks I should stay here?"

"I think you should stay," said Clay. "I don't think she even cares right now. I can't talk to her. Not that I really ever could."

Wanda turned her head aside in thought. Supposing that her [[Fate]] to serve under Olive was truly inevitable, then she still had a choice: ride out or stay. Go to Olive and be captured in the field, or stay here until they lost the fight for the side, and be captured when [[Goodminton]] fell.

If she rode out and came back, she would beat a Prediction, show that it was possible. But if she rode out and lost to Haffaton in the field, then Goodminton might not necessarily fall. Especially if...

"Clay, I want you to curse me."

He started to shake his head. "Yes," she insisted. "Wreck my luck badly. I order you to."

"I can't..."

"Yes, do it!" she said, stepping close to him. "I want you to. Fate will protect me, or else there's no such thing. Just borrow all the good [[Numbers]] from me, and boost yourself. Boost Father, and everyone else here. Let me roll 1s. Let my outcomes be terrible."

He shook his head, looking at her mournfully for a moment, then glancing away in shame. "What about if...what if I came with you?"

"No," she said simply and definitively. "Curse me, and say goodbye. I will return if I can."

"Okay," he said. He put his hand lightly on her shoulder and whispered something she could not hear.

---

Since Haffaton was now allied with [[Frenemy]] and [[Quisling]] both, Goodminton's turn began at sunrise. Father stood on the tower parapet as Wanda led her uncroaked army through Goodminton's gates and off down the road. She saluted him from the saddle as they reached the first bend, but she did not know if he had seen.

She rode atop [[Funnyface]], the only [[mount]] in the group. He was her favorite [[sawhorse]], and also the only living unit in the column besides Wanda herself. His warmth and the steam of his breath were reassuring. She patted his neck often.

They walked at the fore of five-hundred-eleven uncroaked, stacked up with the best of the Fellows, including un-Tommy marching mindlessly beside her. One or two of these [[Knights]] had been there on her first foray out, as a Level 1. But the road journey to [[Coolminton]] was nothing like that turn. Her uncroaked could not sing bawdy songs. There was only the sound of cold wind, a few birds, and marching feet on snow and gravel.

This group had no scouts. As they marched on, she hoped for an ambush, or any enemy encounter, so that she might spend her juice this turn making fresh units instead of hopelessly re-patching these. It was better than wasting the juice entirely, but there was only so much she could do. These bodies were decaying inexorably to dust, and only the Titans could prevent that.

The landscape was as cheerless and bleak as ever. And now that she had noticed it, the silence of her companions was beginning to bother her. She did miss their songs.

From what she understood of her discipline, it ought to be possible to make them sing, if she were a master of [[Croakamancy]]. Singing was part of the [[Stagemancy]] involved in dance fighting. So how would that work, she wondered? The [[Thinkamancy]] inherent in giving them commands would have to be so specific to the throat and mouth muscles...maybe if she sang the order to them? Or thought of singing it? Hmm...

She halted the entire company with a thought. Without even their bootsteps, the quiet was still more unsettling.

"Tommy," she said aloud, more to hear her own voice than anything else. Un-Tommy turned his head toward her and gave what passed for his attention.

She frowned in thought for a moment, then took her little silk top hat from her head and gestured with it theatrically, singing to him. "If you're croaked, and that is no joke, you pass the yoke of [[Chief Warlord|Chief]] to a bloke named [[Fritz]]..."

Tommy could not dance, but in his best effort to do so, he stomped his boots on the ground. "Pooda onga riiish!" he shouted.

Funnyface snorted derisively.

She stared at un-Tommy for a long, cold minute before spurring her mount with a sigh. "March," she ordered. The entire company lurched forward its way down the road again.

Clearly she was not there yet.

---

The column ran out of move only two hexes short of Coolminton, having made no enemy contact. Haffaton would almost certainly be aware of them, and might well attack on their turn, so Wanda saved her juice. She kept the troops in battle stacks, and signaled Father by [[message hat|hat]] to end the [[turn]].

The scene was stark and lifelessly beautiful. Snow dusted the barren foothills ahead. All around her, the armor-clad forms of former men stood in ranks in the snowy road, as indifferent to standing still as they'd been to marching. It was easy for Wanda to imagine that the world itself had been croaked, that she and Funnyface were alone in all creation. Some part of her found an odd kind of comfort in the thought.

But the enemy was out there, vast and unseen. She braced herself for a battle she knew she would lose. She and un-Tommy would hurt them, certainly. Each of the Fellows would go to dust, slashing and stabbing at the beast. Perhaps Olive herself would show. Or perhaps it wouldn't matter.

An hour passed just this way, like a painted tableau, and there was no sign of even a single scout or flyer. She began to make plans for striking camp, but she had a sudden bizarre feeling in her head, as if she were being [[promotion|lifted upwards]].

She clutched the reins and looked around, trying to understand what had happened. She had not be struck by anything. Was there a lurking enemy [[caster]], or--

Her hat rattled. She took it from her head and waved her hand over it. A little green [[gem]] appeared inside. With it was a scrap of a note, torn from Father's blotter. It read:

'''spent [[treasury|treas.]] to [[promotion|prom.]] you -- live and avenge! love - F'''

All at once, completely new senses opened up in her head and she was flooded with information. She could see the distant lights of minds, know the numbers and locations and points of [[units]].

She was [[Overlord]] of Goodminton! And...and there were almost no units to count. Fritz was gone. Clay was gone. Delphie was there in the [[tower]], [[wounded]].

In Wanda's head, Delphie's light went out as well. Gone.

Even as she struggled to comprehend, this brand new part of her mind calmly told her the score. The [[Garrison]] had seven Goodminton units left. Four.

"No," she said.

One.

She looked up, and had only the barest moment to see it. Except for her [[stack]], every one of her hundreds of troops vanished without so much as a sound. Her mount bucked, then looked frantically side to side at the empty road.

Those new senses she'd been given went dark just as suddenly as they'd come to her, although she could now sense the upkeep of the units she was stacked with. These units were hers alone, now. In a horror of isolation and silence, Lady Wanda Firebaugh understood that she was a [[barbarian]].

The chill wind gave her only a moment longer to grieve. Then it carried the approaching thunder of hooves from the road up ahead.

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Minnow Tower

2012-02-16T15:06:28Z

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=Proposed Canon=

Minnow Tower was the [[City#City_Zones|Tower]] of [[City#City_Zones|Garrison]] in the capital [[city]] of [[Goodminton]] around the time when [[Wanda]] [[pop]]ped.

It is described as being "a somewhat taller gray rectangle than those that comprised the rest of the Garrison." The Tower hosts the war room, as well as [[Overlord]] [[Firebaugh]]'s quarters, private office, and public reception on the floor above it. The tower's top was manned with archers and ballistas for air defense, but poorly protected with air defense [[spell]]s.

[[Wanda]] used a [[Dirtamancy]] [[scroll]] purchased in the [[Magic Kingdom]] to upgrade the Tower before a battle with Goodminton's former [[ally]] [[Frenemy]], to great effect.[[IPTSF Text 20]]

=Speculation=

According to [[Delphie Temple]] the Tower offers very insignificant bonus for spell casting.

Delphie's claim may only be an excuse for choosing the Dungeon as her quarters and refusing to protect the Garrison with air defense spells.

=Real World References=

The name is a pun on [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minotaur "minotaur"].

[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minnow Minnow] is a general term used to refer to small fish, especially those used as bait fish. This may be a reference to relative sizes of Goodminton and [[Haffaton]].

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IPTSF Text 24

2012-02-16T15:03:28Z

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In [[Wanda]]'s suite, a silver chocolate service sat upon a side table. When she'd boosted [[Minnow Tower|the tower]], a few such nice little changes in design, decor, and accouterments had crept in from her mind's eye.

She left it there untouched. Talking to the [[Delphie Temple|Lady Temple]] this morning was not meant to be social, or even comfortable. She didn't so much as offer Delphie a chair. The [[Predictamancer]] stood, her hands folded in front of her and her lip buttoned tightly.

"We have [[Duty|Duties]] to perform this turn," said Wanda, "so I'll make this brief. I just spoke to [[Clay]]. I...had a question, and didn't much like his answer."

Delphie watched her face and remained silent, betraying nothing.

"It's a question that's been keeping me awake for several nights. What I don't understand," said Wanda, "is how [[Luck]] and [[Fate]] can coexist. If I am Fated to live, then I must be immune to [[Luckamancy]]. Cast any misfortune upon me, put me in any battle against any foe, and I will live until my Fate is fulfilled. Is that correct?"

Delphie cleared her throat and spoke in a low, careful tone. "Essentially, Lady."

"Then where is the Luck? Where is choice? And...what you would call my will?"

Delphie shrugged. "Choice is the path you pick to your Fate. Luck is mainly about how hard or easy you have it along the way."

Which is just what Clay had said, and Wanda didn't like it any better coming from Delphie's mouth. She knew that if she asked Delphie what would happen if she jumped from the tower, Delphie would only say, "You won't."

Wanda absently felt the lace trim of her boots with a gloved hand, trying to put her thoughts into words. She glanced at mirror-Wanda for strength. Oh, she did like this outfit, yes. It made Delphie nervous. It gave her new power.

...But no new clarity. Like [[Atomic Firebaugh|Tommy]] and [[Firebaugh|Father]], Wanda refused to believe Delphie's philosophy that there was an inescapable destination simply waiting for her to get there. Each of the last few nights she had lain in bed, trying to frame her objections to it and failing.

She sighed. "Tell me about [[Olive Branch|Olive]]," she said, taking a different tack. "What did you hope to accomplish? Why not just leave it to Fate to bring me to her?"

Delphie put her hand to her forehead, and smiled wistfully at the floor. "Oh, dear. I was making a choice of my own, I suppose. To ease your way into Olive's service." She looked up at Wanda with eyes resigned and sad, yet still accusing. "But your choices undid the effects of mine. You should have trusted me."

"Why," challenged Wanda. "What difference would it have made?"

Delphie looked beaten. She shook her head just slightly. "All the difference, Lady."

Wanda stepped toward Delphie, talking closely to her face. "My brother is gone, Predictamancer. His Fate has run its course. Everything that was to become of him is known to us." Delphie looked as if she wanted to speak, but Wanda kept her momentum. "So we know that all along, Tommy's Fate was to be croaked by Olive. And if we had taken the peace offer, then we would have been making the path to his Fate longer and more difficult, while making mine easier. Now where is the sense in that?"

Delphie glared at her. "No. You don't understand. [[Chief Warlord|Chief]] [[Tommy Firebaugh|Tommy]] carried no such Fate."

"How can you say that? It was his Fate! We've seen it."

"It was his end, Lady," said Delphie. She looked pained. "Clay would say, his 'final outcome.' It was never his Fate. It could have been avoided. If we'd only signed the treaty and sent you to [[Haffaton]], Tommy would probably be alive now."

Wanda clamped down on a sudden, deep need to slap the woman. For a moment, not striking Delphie's round face was all she could manage to do.

The Predictamancer, looking distressed, took it as a chance to continue. "I told you once. Not everyone walking these halls has a purpose. I cannot make Predictions about every [[unit]], or [[commander]], or even every [[ruler]]. Don't you see?" She looked at Wanda with tears starting to well on her lower lids. "You were to pop. And you were to be passed on. And once I saw Olive in the [[Magic Kingdom]], I Predicted where you were to go. So, I told her. She understood. That's why they were so generous with their offer."

Wanda's clamp slipped. She hit Delphie in the cheek with an open, gloved hand. The caster cried out, and stumbled backward, landing on her rump upon the foot of Wanda's bed.

"She knew?!"

Delphie sat on the bed, stunned for a moment, then began to bawl. Wanda stood over her and yelled. "You approached the enemy, you let them know we had popped a [[caster]], and you gave them more information about my Fate than you would share with your own side? Are you that disloyal?"

"I'm [[Loyalty|Loyal]]!" sobbed Delphie into her hands. "I'm ever so Loyal!"

"You lying ditch witch!" Wanda turned and stomped across the room, yelling to the air. "Loyal to what? To Fate? Not to Goodminton!"

"Yes! To Goodminton! It was the only way [[Goodminton]] could survive you," said Delphie, tears flowing freely down her face.

"You don't know that," Wanda said, pointing at her. "You never Predicted that."

Delphie kept sobbing into her lap. Her words were muffled by her hands. "No. I can't. Fate doesn't care about us. That's the terror of it; we have no Fate. The world doesn't care if we live or not. Only about you."

Wanda paced around. "It doesn't work that way, it doesn't work that way, it can't work that way, Delphie!" Tommy should be alive? She was trapped, while they were lost? Father was lost? No. "I could...buy some poison and drink it! What would Fate do, then? Huh? I could jump off this tower right now!"

Delphie looked at Wanda and shook her head. "Yes, you could. But you won't."

Just what Wanda had Predicted she would say.

She stopped in front of the mirror again. Mirror-Wanda and she both knew Delphie was right. Wanda was defiant. She would break her Fate somehow. But, she supposed, not today. Not that way. She took in a deep breath to calm herself.

"No," she said, with deep resignation, "not in this [[Wanda's Wardrobe|outfit]]."

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Firebaugh

2012-02-16T14:58:35Z

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|name= Firebaugh
|race= [[Men]]
|tribe= [[Croatan Tribe|Croatan]] (lost tribe)
|faction= [[Goodminton]]
|class= [[Ruler]] ([[Overlord]])
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=Proposed Canon=
''"Well you were right, Atomic. She's lovely. Our doom is really lovely."''

'''Strengths:''' Diplomacy,[[IPTSF Text 25]] Inspiring Loyalty.

'''Weaknesses:''' Relationships with Spell[[caster]]s, Capacity for Hope.

'''First Appearance:''' [[IPTSF Text 1]]

[[Overlord]] Firebaugh is the [[Ruler]] of [[Goodminton]]. He is father of [[Wanda Firebaugh]] and her older brother [[Atomic Firebaugh]].

Overlord Firebaugh is described as "worn, but steadfast". He does not have his son's powerful build, but his features are stately. He has blue eyes and a bald scalp with some gray wispy hair.

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Firebaugh

2012-02-16T14:56:06Z

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{{Stats
|name= Firebaugh
|race= [[Men]]
|tribe= [[Croatan Tribe|Croatan]] (lost tribe)
|faction= [[Goodminton]]
|class= [[Ruler]] ([[Overlord]])
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=Proposed Canon=
''"Well you were right, Atomic. She's lovely. Our doom is really lovely."''

'''Strengths:''' Diplomacy, Inspiring Loyalty.

'''Weaknesses:''' Relationships with Spell[[caster]]s, Capacity for Hope.

'''First Appearance:''' [[IPTSF Text 1]]

[[Overlord]] Firebaugh is the [[Ruler]] of [[Goodminton]]. He is father of [[Wanda Firebaugh]] and her older brother [[Atomic Firebaugh]].

Overlord Firebaugh is described as "worn, but steadfast". He does not have his son's powerful build, but his features are stately. He has blue eyes and a bald scalp with some gray wispy hair.

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KiteStromberg471

2012-02-03T15:42:08Z

GRuban: Canned meat wars - reheated!

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2012-02-02T16:42:11Z

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2012-02-02T16:39:10Z

GRuban: 24

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In Wanda's suite, a silver chocolate service sat upon a side table. When she'd boosted the tower, a few such nice little changes in design, decor, and accouterments had crept in from her mind's eye.

She left it there untouched. Talking to the Lady Temple this morning was not meant to be social, or even comfortable. She didn't so much as offer Delphie a chair. The Predictamancer stood, her hands folded in front of her and her lip buttoned tightly.

"We have Duties to perform this turn," said Wanda, "so I'll make this brief. I just spoke to Clay. I...had a question, and didn't much like his answer."

Delphie watched her face and remained silent, betraying nothing.

"It's a question that's been keeping me awake for several nights. What I don't understand," said Wanda, "is how Luck and Fate can coexist. If I am Fated to live, then I must be immune to Luckamancy. Cast any misfortune upon me, put me in any battle against any foe, and I will live until my Fate is fulfilled. Is that correct?"

Delphie cleared her throat and spoke in a low, careful tone. "Essentially, Lady."

"Then where is the Luck? Where is choice? And...what you would call my will?"

Delphie shrugged. "Choice is the path you pick to your Fate. Luck is mainly about how hard or easy you have it along the way."

Which is just what Clay had said, and Wanda didn't like it any better coming from Delphie's mouth. She knew that if she asked Delphie what would happen if she jumped from the tower, Delphie would only say, "You won't."

Wanda absently felt the lace trim of her boots with a gloved hand, trying to put her thoughts into words. She glanced at mirror-Wanda for strength. Oh, she did like this outfit, yes. It made Delphie nervous. It gave her new power.

...But no new clarity. Like Tommy and Father, Wanda refused to believe Delphie's philosophy that there was an inescapable destination simply waiting for her to get there. Each of the last few nights she had lain in bed, trying to frame her objections to it and failing.

She sighed. "Tell me about Olive," she said, taking a different tack. "What did you hope to accomplish? Why not just leave it to Fate to bring me to her?"

Delphie put her hand to her forehead, and smiled wistfully at the floor. "Oh, dear. I was making a choice of my own, I suppose. To ease your way into Olive's service." She looked up at Wanda with eyes resigned and sad, yet still accusing. "But your choices undid the effects of mine. You should have trusted me."

"Why," challenged Wanda. "What difference would it have made?"

Delphie looked beaten. She shook her head just slightly. "All the difference, Lady."

Wanda stepped toward Delphie, talking closely to her face. "My brother is gone, Predictamancer. His Fate has run its course. Everything that was to become of him is known to us." Delphie looked as if she wanted to speak, but Wanda kept her momentum. "So we know that all along, Tommy's Fate was to be croaked by Olive. And if we had taken the peace offer, then we would have been making the path to his Fate longer and more difficult, while making mine easier. Now where is the sense in that?"

Delphie glared at her. "No. You don't understand. Chief Tommy carried no such Fate."

"How can you say that? It was his Fate! We've seen it."

"It was his end, Lady," said Delphie. She looked pained. "Clay would say, his 'final outcome.' It was never his Fate. It could have been avoided. If we'd only signed the treaty and sent you to Haffaton, Tommy would probably be alive now."

Wanda clamped down on a sudden, deep need to slap the woman. For a moment, not striking Delphie's round face was all she could manage to do.

The Predictamancer, looking distressed, took it as a chance to continue. "I told you once. Not everyone walking these halls has a purpose. I cannot make Predictions about every unit, or commander, or even every ruler. Don't you see?" She looked at Wanda with tears starting to well on her lower lids. "You were to pop. And you were to be passed on. And once I saw Olive in the Magic Kingdom, I Predicted where you were to go. So, I told her. She understood. That's why they were so generous with their offer."

Wanda's clamp slipped. She hit Delphie in the cheek with an open, gloved hand. The caster cried out, and stumbled backward, landing on her rump upon the foot of Wanda's bed.

"She knew?!"

Delphie sat on the bed, stunned for a moment, then began to bawl. Wanda stood over her and yelled. "You approached the enemy, you let them know we had popped a caster, and you gave them more information about my Fate than you would share with your own side? Are you that disloyal?"

"I'm Loyal!" sobbed Delphie into her hands. "I'm ever so Loyal!"

"You lying ditch witch!" Wanda turned and stomped across the room, yelling to the air. "Loyal to what? To Fate? Not to Goodminton!"

"Yes! To Goodminton! It was the only way Goodminton could survive you," said Delphie, tears flowing freely down her face.

"You don't know that," Wanda said, pointing at her. "You never Predicted that."

Delphie kept sobbing into her lap. Her words were muffled by her hands. "No. I can't. Fate doesn't care about us. That's the terror of it; we have no Fate. The world doesn't care if we live or not. Only about you."

Wanda paced around. "It doesn't work that way, it doesn't work that way, it can't work that way, Delphie!" Tommy should be alive? She was trapped, while they were lost? Father was lost? No. "I could...buy some poison and drink it! What would Fate do, then? Huh? I could jump off this tower right now!"

Delphie looked at Wanda and shook her head. "Yes, you could. But you won't."

Just what Wanda had Predicted she would say.

She stopped in front of the mirror again. Mirror-Wanda and she both knew Delphie was right. Wanda was defiant. She would break her Fate somehow. But, she supposed, not today. Not that way. She took in a deep breath to calm herself.

"No," she said, with deep resignation, "not in this outfit."

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2012-02-02T16:38:54Z

GRuban: Pop!

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In Wanda's suite, a silver chocolate service sat upon a side table. When she'd boosted the tower, a few such nice little changes in design, decor, and accouterments had crept in from her mind's eye.

She left it there untouched. Talking to the Lady Temple this morning was not meant to be social, or even comfortable. She didn't so much as offer Delphie a chair. The Predictamancer stood, her hands folded in front of her and her lip buttoned tightly.

"We have Duties to perform this turn," said Wanda, "so I'll make this brief. I just spoke to Clay. I...had a question, and didn't much like his answer."

Delphie watched her face and remained silent, betraying nothing.

"It's a question that's been keeping me awake for several nights. What I don't understand," said Wanda, "is how Luck and Fate can coexist. If I am Fated to live, then I must be immune to Luckamancy. Cast any misfortune upon me, put me in any battle against any foe, and I will live until my Fate is fulfilled. Is that correct?"

Delphie cleared her throat and spoke in a low, careful tone. "Essentially, Lady."

"Then where is the Luck? Where is choice? And...what you would call my will?"

Delphie shrugged. "Choice is the path you pick to your Fate. Luck is mainly about how hard or easy you have it along the way."

Which is just what Clay had said, and Wanda didn't like it any better coming from Delphie's mouth. She knew that if she asked Delphie what would happen if she jumped from the tower, Delphie would only say, "You won't."

Wanda absently felt the lace trim of her boots with a gloved hand, trying to put her thoughts into words. She glanced at mirror-Wanda for strength. Oh, she did like this outfit, yes. It made Delphie nervous. It gave her new power.

...But no new clarity. Like Tommy and Father, Wanda refused to believe Delphie's philosophy that there was an inescapable destination simply waiting for her to get there. Each of the last few nights she had lain in bed, trying to frame her objections to it and failing.

She sighed. "Tell me about Olive," she said, taking a different tack. "What did you hope to accomplish? Why not just leave it to Fate to bring me to her?"

Delphie put her hand to her forehead, and smiled wistfully at the floor. "Oh, dear. I was making a choice of my own, I suppose. To ease your way into Olive's service." She looked up at Wanda with eyes resigned and sad, yet still accusing. "But your choices undid the effects of mine. You should have trusted me."

"Why," challenged Wanda. "What difference would it have made?"

Delphie looked beaten. She shook her head just slightly. "All the difference, Lady."

Wanda stepped toward Delphie, talking closely to her face. "My brother is gone, Predictamancer. His Fate has run its course. Everything that was to become of him is known to us." Delphie looked as if she wanted to speak, but Wanda kept her momentum. "So we know that all along, Tommy's Fate was to be croaked by Olive. And if we had taken the peace offer, then we would have been making the path to his Fate longer and more difficult, while making mine easier. Now where is the sense in that?"

Delphie glared at her. "No. You don't understand. Chief Tommy carried no such Fate."

"How can you say that? It was his Fate! We've seen it."

"It was his end, Lady," said Delphie. She looked pained. "Clay would say, his 'final outcome.' It was never his Fate. It could have been avoided. If we'd only signed the treaty and sent you to Haffaton, Tommy would probably be alive now."

Wanda clamped down on a sudden, deep need to slap the woman. For a moment, not striking Delphie's round face was all she could manage to do.

The Predictamancer, looking distressed, took it as a chance to continue. "I told you once. Not everyone walking these halls has a purpose. I cannot make Predictions about every unit, or commander, or even every ruler. Don't you see?" She looked at Wanda with tears starting to well on her lower lids. "You were to pop. And you were to be passed on. And once I saw Olive in the Magic Kingdom, I Predicted where you were to go. So, I told her. She understood. That's why they were so generous with their offer."

Wanda's clamp slipped. She hit Delphie in the cheek with an open, gloved hand. The caster cried out, and stumbled backward, landing on her rump upon the foot of Wanda's bed.

"She knew?!"

Delphie sat on the bed, stunned for a moment, then began to bawl. Wanda stood over her and yelled. "You approached the enemy, you let them know we had popped a caster, and you gave them more information about my Fate than you would share with your own side? Are you that disloyal?"

"I'm Loyal!" sobbed Delphie into her hands. "I'm ever so Loyal!"

"You lying ditch witch!" Wanda turned and stomped across the room, yelling to the air. "Loyal to what? To Fate? Not to Goodminton!"

"Yes! To Goodminton! It was the only way Goodminton could survive you," said Delphie, tears flowing freely down her face.

"You don't know that," Wanda said, pointing at her. "You never Predicted that."

Delphie kept sobbing into her lap. Her words were muffled by her hands. "No. I can't. Fate doesn't care about us. That's the terror of it; we have no Fate. The world doesn't care if we live or not. Only about you."

Wanda paced around. "It doesn't work that way, it doesn't work that way, it can't work that way, Delphie!" Tommy should be alive? She was trapped, while they were lost? Father was lost? No. "I could...buy some poison and drink it! What would Fate do, then? Huh? I could jump off this tower right now!"

Delphie looked at Wanda and shook her head. "Yes, you could. But you won't."

Just what Wanda had Predicted she would say.

She stopped in front of the mirror again. Mirror-Wanda and she both knew Delphie was right. Wanda was defiant. She would break her Fate somehow. But, she supposed, not today. Not that way. She took in a deep breath to calm herself.

"No," she said, with deep resignation, "not in this outfit."

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2012-02-02T16:26:01Z

GRuban: Deeee-crypt!

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Out in the field, monotony was ice and rocks and endless road. At home, it was stairs.

Wanda and Clay trudged up them in silence. All Wanda could think to say about Clay's confession-under-duress was, "That is likely something you should keep to yourself, Luckamancer." It wasn't what he had wanted to hear.

Un-Tommy was waiting for Wanda at the base of the tower, having been recalled from the outer walls by her silent order. Her former brother stood motionless on the cobblestones beside her equally motionless former snow golem. Together, staring dumbly at nothing, the two made quite a pair.

Or was it three of them? Slouching there, indifferent to the cold wind, Clay looked almost as lifeless.

Was this what she did to people? Perhaps she should order un-Larry to report here, to complete this set of empty shells she was creating.

"Continue on up to your quarters," she ordered Clay. "Order the Lady Temple to meet me at my suite in one hour."

"Yes, Chief," said Clay. As shame-faced and longingly as he looked at her, he seemed relieved to be leaving her side.

She had animated him well, but un-Tommy was beginning to show small signs of decay. They'd seen no action here, and sought none afield since the air battle that ended their alliance. She knew that unlike Tommy, un-Tommy would be perfectly willing to stand there for all his remaining turns, then blow away to dust.

She put the uncroaked unit through some paces, to see what his capabilities were, and to give Clay time to get a few floors ahead of her. Then she ordered un-Tommy back to his post, and climbed up the stairs, stairs, stairs. Each dull step was a small moment lived, unremarkable and meaningless, but necessary to the progression of the climb.

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Up in her small suite near the top of Minnow Tower, Wanda unpacked her new raiment and laid it out upon the bed. Teddy Clothespin, the Dollamancer who had sold it to her, had helped her create something out of the depths of her own desires and imagination. She looked at it, wondering if she even dared to put it on.

"Olay," she said, casting the minor Dollamancy spell that Teddy had taught her. The wrinkles in each piece went smooth, as the garment was restored to its new-turn condition.

Double-checking that her door was locked, Wanda stripped out of the suit she had worn since Goodfinger. She still loved the outfit for its elegance, and for its utter lack of resemblance to Goodminton's sombre raiment style. But it had been Olive's. And once she had it off, Wanda was sure she would never again put it next to her skin. Perhaps Teddy would buy it from her.

She pulled the white tights on first. Then she slipped the light, airy chemise over her head. The Dollamancer had modified her old riding gloves into long, chamois evening gloves with stealthy riding grips sewn into the palms. Her clunky boots he'd turned into shiny black thigh-highs topped with lace, but still reinforced in the feet and ankles for combat riding.

The entire outfit followed this philosophy of applying maximum possible style before function started to suffer. The slate blue jacket was cropped in length, with sleeves short enough to let her swing a staff in a fight. The bodice (which she now laced and pulled into a tight cinch around her waist) would keep her straight in the saddle. Even the decorative chain around her waist could be used as a bolo weapon if needed.

She stepped to the mirror to have a look.

The Wanda in the mirror needed a comb. Her hair seemed to have fallen limp after the warmth and humidity of the Magic Kingdom. No, better than a comb: a hat. Teddy had urgently wanted to add some headgear to the ensemble, but she had already spent more than was justifiable. Father had granted her a favor after they'd won the battle, and she'd asked for new raiment. But the treasury was dwindling. Shmuckers were tight.

She felt through her satchel, looking for a clip or tie-back. Her hand fell on the message hat, shrunken down as small as it would go. Hm. She took it out and resized it to fit her head, and it looked much worse than nothing. A top hat with this dress took all the femininity out of it, and made the whole outfit absurd. The obnoxious Foolamancer she'd met in the Magic Kingdom couldn't have picked a worse match to wear. She threw the hat on the bed, and looked at mirror-Wanda ruefully.

But a weird thought emerged out of her frustration. She picked the hat back up, resized it to the dimensions of a teacup and saucer, and stuck it to her head at a jaunty angle.

It worked. Mirror-Wanda knew it worked. The hat even knew it worked. It stayed right in place via the natural Dollamancy (or was it natural Hat Magic?) of just belonging there.

Mirror-Wanda turned her head with a sly, approving smile, and Wanda felt she had taken one further step toward becoming that woman. Yes, her brother was lost, and her side was still friendless and desperate. The fact that she had acquired new clothing was unremarkable and meaningless. But it was another small, necessary moment lived in the progression of the climb.

There was a knock upon her door.

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Category talk:Articles needing improvement

2012-01-28T16:20:13Z

GRuban: I like them.

This page seems cluttered with all the comic pages, when in my opinion they're not a very serious priority. There is an archive for the comics on the main site, do we really need pages with the text of the comics copied as an article? I would like to see all those pages have the Needs Improvement tag removed, so serious pages get the attention.
: I like the transcribed comics pages. They allow for annotation, explaining the side references that are so present in Erfworld (did you know McSorley was a famous "dirty" player?), and they allow searching (what episodes did [[Sylvia]] appear in before being decrypted?). --[[User:GRuban|GRuban]] 11:20, 28 January 2012 (EST)

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2012-01-23T21:48:46Z

GRuban: Turn 26

== Text 22 turn ==
I think [[IPTSF Text 22]] is turn 26. This is because it starts "shortly after the turn had begun", so it's clearly not the same turn since the last one, when they fought a significant battle. I think it's also not long after that turn, since "Since the air battle, she hadn't had any new bright ideas, and the situation was still grim." Since we're going on the air battle ([[IPTSF Text 20]]) being turn 25, I'm guessing [[IPTSF Text 22]] is turn 26. --[[User:GRuban|GRuban]] 16:48, 23 January 2012 (EST)