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|Description = A seasonal gift to the city, from a mysterious and wealthy benefactor. Parcelled up on every doorstep, unwrapped it provokes both wonder and confusion... | |Description = A seasonal gift to the city, from a mysterious and wealthy benefactor. Parcelled up on every doorstep, unwrapped it provokes both wonder and confusion... | ||
− | |Result = A panoply of panels; a diorama of lenses! A gadget of intricate brass design complete with a leatherbound case containing a hundred neatly arranged slides. Placing each before the lenses transports one to a phantasia of kaleidoscopic wonders! | + | |Result = A panoply of panels; a diorama of lenses! A gadget of intricate brass design complete with a leatherbound case containing a hundred neatly arranged slides. Placing each before the lenses transports one to a phantasia of kaleidoscopic wonders! […] |
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*{{Gain|Diatomist's Array|now=1 x}} | *{{Gain|Diatomist's Array|now=1 x}} | ||
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|Description = A hush quiets the hustle and bustle of the city. Winter cold keeps urchins to their hidden haunts, and away from your roof. Tonight, finally, you might be able to get some uninterrupted rest. | |Description = A hush quiets the hustle and bustle of the city. Winter cold keeps urchins to their hidden haunts, and away from your roof. Tonight, finally, you might be able to get some uninterrupted rest. | ||
− | |Result = You wake early, to the sound of urchins cackling at a fishmonger who has slipped in something nacreous. The quiet was never going to last. When you lean out to observe the slapstick, you spot something glinting brilliantly on your windowsill. | + | |Result = You wake early, to the sound of urchins cackling at a fishmonger who has slipped in something nacreous. The quiet was never going to last. When you lean out to observe the slapstick, you spot something glinting brilliantly on your windowsill. […] |
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*{{Gain|Ostentatious Diamond|1 x}} | *{{Gain|Ostentatious Diamond|1 x}} | ||
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|Description = A parcel, ramrod straight, deposited through your letterbox. The wrapping is reminiscent of a butchers, but comes sealed with the sigils of the stall-holders of the famous Bone Market. What could be contained within? | |Description = A parcel, ramrod straight, deposited through your letterbox. The wrapping is reminiscent of a butchers, but comes sealed with the sigils of the stall-holders of the famous Bone Market. What could be contained within? | ||
− | |Result = Bones! What a festive delight! You can make them into wreaths or wend them into the tree or, with a sufficiency of them, put together a festive skeleton! What seasonal thrills, what a hallowed delight! You'll never need to worry about decorations | + | |Result = Bones! What a festive delight! You can make them into wreaths or wend them into the tree or, with a sufficiency of them, put together a festive skeleton! What seasonal thrills, what a hallowed delight! You'll never need to worry about decorations […] |
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* {{Gain|Holy Relic of the Thigh of Saint Fiacre|1 x}} | * {{Gain|Holy Relic of the Thigh of Saint Fiacre|1 x}} |