Editing Explore Zenith's lower levels

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|Icon = ruinsfirst.png
|ID = 268089
|Description = Uneven, organic warrens adjoin the pillared halls of the fortress' public spaces.
|From Storylet title = The Peripheries of Zenith
|Button text = WANDER
|Success title = The outer halls
|Success description = The lower levels of Zenith – […] bases of the great domes of the upper fortress – are sparsely populated, and swim in uneasy shade. Starved Men and Moon-Misers steal through the halls here, keeping to the shadows where the violant does not reach.

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|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
|Value 2-17 = 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 19-34 = 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 35-51 = 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 57-70 = 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 […]
|Value 71-86 = 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 89-100 = 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}}
*{{Airs|Airs of Zenith}}