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|Description summary = The last two paragraphs vary depending on {{IL|Dagger or Flint}} and on your number of {{IL|Bees Caught}}. | |Description summary = The last two paragraphs vary depending on {{IL|Dagger or Flint}} and on your number of {{IL|Bees Caught}}. | ||
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| − | + | |Condition = Dagger or Flint|Effect = Third Paragraph|Compact = yes | |
| − | |Value 0 – 19 = The shadows are full of candles. The Flint are confident in their supremacy. | + | |Value 0 – 9 = root |
| + | |Value 10 – 19 = The shadows are full of candles. The Flint are confident in their supremacy. | ||
|Value 20 – 29 = The Daggers walk warily, fearful of ambushes in the light. They walk in twos, knives held front and back. | |Value 20 – 29 = The Daggers walk warily, fearful of ambushes in the light. They walk in twos, knives held front and back. | ||
|Value 30 – 39 = There are skirmishes in the shadows; bodies mount on the tiles. You hear rasping breaths as feet run through the dark, the dying pursuing those they would see dead. | |Value 30 – 39 = There are skirmishes in the shadows; bodies mount on the tiles. You hear rasping breaths as feet run through the dark, the dying pursuing those they would see dead. | ||
|Value 40 – 49 = The corridors and chambers are hushed. Eyes watch from behind bars. Breaths are held; all wait for the next move in the game. | |Value 40 – 49 = The corridors and chambers are hushed. Eyes watch from behind bars. Breaths are held; all wait for the next move in the game. | ||
| − | |Value 50 | + | |Value 50 = The game stands on a knifepoint. Your contribution is noted. Emissaries from the other side draw near. Which side will see you as one of their own? |
| − | |Value | + | |Value 53 – 69 = The game runs amok. Figures in ragged cloaks run pell-mell through the crumbling chambers of the prison. Daggers flash; bodies fall, lights race on through the dark. |
|Value 70 – 79 = Fighting is fierce in the refectory. The Flint ring bells in the chapel as a warning, but the bells are soon stilled. The Dagger encroaches; Flint holds its cells to the last man. | |Value 70 – 79 = Fighting is fierce in the refectory. The Flint ring bells in the chapel as a warning, but the bells are soon stilled. The Dagger encroaches; Flint holds its cells to the last man. | ||
|Value 80 – 89 = The Flint shutter their lamps and carry dim rushes. Their eyes are ever wary for blades in the dark. | |Value 80 – 89 = The Flint shutter their lamps and carry dim rushes. Their eyes are ever wary for blades in the dark. | ||
| − | |Value 90 – | + | |Value 90 – 97 = Blood washes the tiles. Knives are carried openly. The Dagger are confident in their victory. |
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