Allow Hell its hour

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From: Beside Marigold


Geographically, the city stands outside her gates. But temporally?

Game Instructions: This will bring you three Hell favours and various other rewards. It will entirely wipe out the Hinterland Prosperity and Efficiency of the city, and raise Tracklayers' Displeasure. It may cause other effects.

Unlocked with Hinterland Prosperity 100000, Exploration of a Hinterland City 80, The City Waning 5, Charter of the Great Hellbound Railway exactly 10 - Infernal Alliance

Locked with Favours: Hell 5


Challenge information

Broad, Persuasive 200

  • 137 - very chancy (41%)
  • 170 - chancy (51%)
  • 204 - modest (61%)
  • 237 - very modest (71%)
  • 270 - low-risk (81%)
  • 304 - straightforward (91%)
  • 334 - straightforward (100%)

Success

Heart dry as bone

[...]

Book of All Hours 2:22: They looked into the eyes of their friends and saw nothing. They gazed on the faces of their children and saw nothing. [...]

To all people [...] came the Clarity: as when a parricide [...] sees their father to be construct of meat and bone. [...]

[...]

Description summary:
You campaign to allow the devils a brief rule, on the basis of their politeness and patience. The Tracklayers listen, decorating the [Alignment building] in Hell's colors, playing instruments to welcome Hell as the gates open... and nothing enters. Only an understanding that beneath their society's trappings, their existence has no inherent meaning. The Hellish perspective is timeless, but when it eventually fades, even the city itself recoils.

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Failure

You conduct a campaign of persuasion […] Your arguments go unheard. Anyone may sell their own soul; that's their own lookout. But no one cares for the surrender you propose: not even for glory, […] not even for a glimpse of Saint Trezigor's knickers.

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