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Here, in a humid basin […] You can use that… | Here, in a humid basin […] You can use that… | ||
| − | |Success Instructions = If you wish to change your Addressed As to reflect your new profession, you can change it via 'The Roof-Tops: Urchins' Opportunity Card. | + | |Success summary = You bid your Acolytes a farewell before immersing yourself in the mysteries of the Marches. |
| − | }} | + | |Success Instructions = If you wish to change your Addressed As to reflect your new profession, you can change it via 'The Roof-Tops: Urchins' Opportunity Card.}} |
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*{{Success Increase|Persuasive}} | *{{Success Increase|Persuasive}} | ||
*{{Profession Gain|Silverer}} | *{{Profession Gain|Silverer}} | ||
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|Failure title = A narrow escape | |Failure title = A narrow escape | ||
|Failure description = You stagger from the mirror mostly starved and barely lucid. There is a ladylike scream. […] you hadn't time to find your own mirror. […] you advise your hostess against looking in her mirror unless she's very, very partial to snakes. | |Failure description = You stagger from the mirror mostly starved and barely lucid. There is a ladylike scream. […] you hadn't time to find your own mirror. […] you advise your hostess against looking in her mirror unless she's very, very partial to snakes. | ||
| − | |Failure summary = The Writhing River found you first, and it chased you across half the Marches! You fled through a random mirror – into a lady's bedroom. You hastily jot down your newfound knowledge of the Marches' geography with the nearest writing utensils: a pen, ink, and a cotton bedsheet (no paper, alas). You give your shocked hostess a piece of advice before departing with her inked bedclothes. | + | |Failure summary = The Writhing River found you first, and it chased you across half the Marches! You fled through a random mirror – into a lady's bedroom. You hastily jot down your newfound knowledge of the Marches' geography with the nearest writing utensils: a pen, ink, and a cotton bedsheet (no paper, alas). You give your shocked hostess a piece of advice before departing with her inked bedclothes.}} |
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*{{Failure Increase|Persuasive}} | *{{Failure Increase|Persuasive}} | ||
*{{Gain|Partial Map|1 x}} | *{{Gain|Partial Map|1 x}} | ||
*{{Gain|Making Waves|+2 CP}} | *{{Gain|Making Waves|+2 CP}} | ||
