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|Success summary = The second paragraph varies based on {{IL|Airs of Zenith}}. | |Success summary = The second paragraph varies based on {{IL|Airs of Zenith}}. | ||
{{Variant table|Condition=Airs of Zenith|Effect=Description|Condition type=Text|Compact=yes|Show Unaccounted=yes | {{Variant table|Condition=Airs of Zenith|Effect=Description|Condition type=Text|Compact=yes|Show Unaccounted=yes | ||
| − | |Value 3- | + | |Value 3-11 = Here, the courtyard of a peristyle has fallen in, leaving a gaping drop to the Neath below. The columns are […] smoothed […] by the caresses of many hands. Even when the rippling violant kisses a pillar, all you can see is the ruin of what might have been. |
| − | |Value | + | |Value 22-34 = This loggia has no floor, arches supporting only the empty air. Something has spun a web […] connecting pillar to pillar. The silk reflects the violant from above, glittering with bruised certainty. You could almost believe it would carry your weight. |
| − | |Value 35 | + | |Value 35 = A maze of colonnades and airy halls, all empty, all dustless, ends in a sheer drop, glazed in violant light. Lit so fiercely from above, even the air looks more solid, more real, more present. |
| − | |Value | + | |Value 64-69 = An Illuminated Sentry riding a Miser stands watch by markers etched into the wall. […] a line of them, measuring […] up towards the High Sancta […] |
"The strandlines […] of the violant floods. To mark […] its sacred reach." This much speech seems to exhaust her […] | "The strandlines […] of the violant floods. To mark […] its sacred reach." This much speech seems to exhaust her […] | ||
| − | |Value | + | |Value 81-86 = Your footsteps echo […] off dripstone walls and engraved reliefs. […] they sound irregular, not conforming to the pattern of your gait; as if there is another wanderer […] You look around; there is no one there. |
|Value 95-100 = A long gallery of worn bas-reliefs, one wall open to the air. Across the abyss […] distant glints of Moon-Misers speak in bright code. It would be peaceful here, if a certain quality of the light didn't make your eyes itch, and your brain crawl.}} | |Value 95-100 = A long gallery of worn bas-reliefs, one wall open to the air. Across the abyss […] distant glints of Moon-Misers speak in bright code. It would be peaceful here, if a certain quality of the light didn't make your eyes itch, and your brain crawl.}} | ||
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*{{Gain|Tempestuous Tale|5 x}} | *{{Gain|Tempestuous Tale|5 x}} | ||
*{{Airs|Airs of Zenith}} | *{{Airs|Airs of Zenith}} | ||
