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|Value 1 - Tigers = [...] Tigers, [...] For every one that falls, another takes their place. [...] And then you see it: the way sinuous forms [...] into the simulacra of tigers. Once this face was known [...]. You [...] begin to break the mirrors instead. Over and over until there are no more cats [...].
 
|Value 1 - Tigers = [...] Tigers, [...] For every one that falls, another takes their place. [...] And then you see it: the way sinuous forms [...] into the simulacra of tigers. Once this face was known [...]. You [...] begin to break the mirrors instead. Over and over until there are no more cats [...].
 
|Value 2 - the Eagle Clan = […] There are screams in the dark: […] you slash your way through the morass. […] The smell of burning roses close by: fire in the dark, and a glimpse of glass. You push on through the darkness, […] until you emerge from the smoke, alone. You are all that is left.
 
|Value 2 - the Eagle Clan = […] There are screams in the dark: […] you slash your way through the morass. […] The smell of burning roses close by: fire in the dark, and a glimpse of glass. You push on through the darkness, […] until you emerge from the smoke, alone. You are all that is left.
|Value 4 - the Grand Sanatoria = You wade […] Forms crowd on the far bank, wading to meet you. Bandages trail into the water, freeing flesh. […] they grab at you, […] Hands still grasping, still reaching, rise up from the river. One day, the hollow voices say, one day. But they retreat. For now.
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|Value 4 - the Grand Sanatoria = You wade into waters, knee-deep. Forms crowd on the far bank, wading to meet you. Bandages trail into the water, freeing flesh. […] Hands still grasping, still reaching, rise up from the river. One day, the hollow voices say, one day. […]
 
|Value 5 - Soldiers of Skite = […] To the south, […] a sinister alliance of pollen and insect that surrounds your little kingdom. […] Your true enemy dances behind them, […] Every day, […] your borders shrink a little more. […] He is gone for today; perhaps tomorrow you'll win. Or tomorrow. Or tomorrow.}}
 
|Value 5 - Soldiers of Skite = […] To the south, […] a sinister alliance of pollen and insect that surrounds your little kingdom. […] Your true enemy dances behind them, […] Every day, […] your borders shrink a little more. […] He is gone for today; perhaps tomorrow you'll win. Or tomorrow. Or tomorrow.}}
 
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