Converse with devils

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From: Deceased Languages


If anyone knows the old languages of the hinterlands it is they. Care is required, however, for some secrets are guarded zealously.

Unlocked with Lead: Ancient Languages 430-433

Locked with Librarian's Progress 200


Challenge information

Narrow, Mithridacy 11 (50% base)

  • 7 and below - almost impossible (10%)
  • 8 - high-risk (20%)
  • 9 - high-risk (30%)
  • 10 - tough (40%)
  • 11 - very chancy (50%)
  • 12 - chancy (60%)
  • 13 - modest (70%)
  • 14 - very modest (80%)
  • 15 - low-risk (90%)
  • 16 and above - straightforward (100%)

Success

Hidden tongues

Description summary:
The description varies based on your level of Lead: Ancient Languages.

Lead: LanguagesDescription
431Hours of research and practice […] are required, but at last you think you have it. You ride out to the walls of Marigold Station and sing […]. You can hear silver bells in the distance […] – and then at last, the sound of a dozen voices taking up the chorus. […]
432The Keeper of the Menagerie at Balmoral […] finds it improbable that any language was ever spoken but that of the Fallen Cities or Hell's own […] Her fervency draws attention to her omissions, which you must only conclude are deliberate.
433A silver-eyed devil visits you […] he hums slightly, swaying upon his silver spurs. He carefully does not tell you of the songs of the Brazen Brigade, nor from where they originate, nor what will happen if sung on a cold night above certain graves.
434An anonymous scholar from the Celebration of the Sacrifice […] the location of a particular tributary of the Waswood, upon which one can hear sometimes the echoes of a unique dialect. Its resemblance to London military slang is surely only coincidental.

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Failure

Antiphonals

An esteemed huntress from the Perfection offers a soiree in your library. […] When you come to your senses days later in a puddle of wine and mixed blood, your limbs still twitch in sympathy with the echoing vibrations of that infernal concerto. […]

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