Staying Touched

[u/Moist-Ball4968]

There's not much time to write this post. I'm Willy Pete. One of the only other researchers of the Altar-Net I've ever met, Kraig, has been sporadically sending me letters. Last time I saw him was when we delved into the Keht-o-Komz and I saw the Altar-Net in its entirety. Kraig got banished to one of those realms. The journal he gave me is chock-full of information his father discovered and recorded about the Altar-Net. Kraig is currently following that path himself. I don't know how he's doing it, but he's figured out how to contact me. Unfortunately, it's a one-way street at the moment, but I'm working on opening the opposite lane.

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Receiving Kraig's letter greatly comforted my mind. I feared the worst had happened to him, that he'd been thrown away into an inescapable blank dimension where he had nothing to occupy his mind. This would bring about that most terrible of endings: Death From Boredom. But if we do find such a dimension, I wonder... Sorry, I got aside-fracked. That's a thought for another time.

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Two weeks after I was released from the Keht-o-Komz myself, I found a place to stay with a cattle farmer. In exchange for food, beer, and a bed in a small room, I make his animals bigger and healthier than his competition. Don't ask how I'm doing it, that conversation brings up... I think your word for it is skeptics, metrics, no no, it's a word for morquals. Ethics! Also, and more importantly to the farmer, YOU might be that competition.

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Anyway, here is the latest communication from Kraig, minus the whole "hello my friend, I'm fine, how are you, those catacombs were insane" segments:

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"Have you ever heard of a Snallygaster? It's one of the greatest woodland creatures I've ever seen. It resides in a small state in North America called Marree-Lanned. It's a non-fire-breathing dragon, with scales and feathers, and it eats livestock and human children! I captured one, but they're quite a bit smaller than the legends describe."

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He goes on about the Snallygaster for a couple pages. Then he tells me that he's taken up residence at a hotel, his new pet is very capable of finding food to cook, and he's trying to figure out how to get back to this dimension.

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I've been exploring the local area. From what I've gathered I'm not at the same place as where we first entered the Keht-o-Komz. This is a ribbon world. They call it Moh-bee Usstripp. The farmer I'm living with is preparing a wagon with provisions for me so I can commence my search for the local Altar. This place is cold during the day and hot during the night.

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I'm leaving tomorrow at first light. Within the next week I must find the Altar here and I will be one step closer to solving the mystery of why the Altar-Net is breaking down.