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| | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|A Winged and Taloned Steed Formerly Mr Veils}} | | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|A Winged and Taloned Steed Formerly Mr Veils}} |
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| − | |Success title = [varies] | + | |Success title = Through the frigid air |
| − | |Success description = The wind bites your face; the muscles of your steed flex under your hands. | + | |Success description = The wind bites your face [...] |
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| − | [varies] | + | [...] |
| − | |Success summary = The title, second paragraph, and third paragraph vary depending on the {{IL|Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Appearance=Chosen Site}}. The third paragraph also varies depending on {{IL|Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Appearance=The Style of the City}}.
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| − | {{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Condition alias = Chosen Site|Effect = Title|Compact = yes
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| − | |Value Ealing Gardens<br/>The Magistracy of the Evenlode<br/>Balmoral<br/>Burrow-infra-Mump<br/>Moulin<br/>Marigold = Through the frigid air
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| − | |Value Station VIII = A bullet through smoke
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| − | {{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Condition alias = Chosen Site|Effect = Second and Third Paragraph|Compact = yes
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| − | |Value Ealing Gardens = London spreads east {{...}}, filling the horizon with gaslight. Your steed pulls at the reins, tempted to veer in that direction as if to hunt.
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| − | But you keep your hand firm, and drive it towards {{Tlc}}, and the {{TLC variant text|Style landmark}}. {{...}} the beast comes down in {{TLC variant text|open space}}, far within the city walls.
| + | Once, a shot rings out; but your steed banks and dodges. It would like to hunt and feed on the shooter, but you [...] command it to let the insolence pass unanswered this time. |
| − | |Value The Magistracy of the Evenlode = {{...}} the Evenlode {{...}} snaking to join the Stolen River {{...}} the thirsty grasses: here and there the plain has conquered some creature and grown over its desiccated body {{...}}
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| − | {{...}} the heights of {{Tlc}}, and the unmistakable shape of the {{TLC variant text|Style landmark}}. Safe landing! The beast comes down in {{TLC variant text|open space}} {{...}}
| + | [...] At last the beast comes to land in [a Courtyard]. |
| − | |Value Balmoral = {{...}} over the castle and its village {{...}} | + | |Success summary = The second paragraph varies depending on the {{IL|Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Appearance=Chosen Site}}, while the last paragraph varies depending on {{IL|Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Appearance=The Style of the City}}. |
| − | | + | {{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - Chosen Site|Condition alias = Chosen Site|Effect = Second Paragraph|Compact = yes |
| − | Once, a shot rings out; but your steed banks and dodges. It would like to hunt and feed on the shooter {{...}} You command it to let the insolence pass unanswered this time.
| + | |Value Balmoral = You pass over the castle and its village and over the hills beyond. Many pairs of eyes track your flight. |
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| − | {{...}} the {{TLC variant text|Style landmark}}, and you will turn in no other direction. {{...}} land in {{TLC variant text|open space}}. | + | {{Variant table|Condition = Hinterland City - The Style of a City|Condition alias = Style|Effect = Last Paragraph|Compact = yes |
| − | |Value Station VIII = If something tries to follow you through the air, you outpace it easily, and it falls behind you in the dark. | + | |Value Remembered = Your attention is fixed instead on the impossible spire, and you will turn in no other direction. |
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| − | You keep your eye on the height of the city, on the {{TLC variant text|Style landmark}} {{...}} The beast comes to land in {{TLC variant text|open space}}. The citizens form a ring, too cautious to approach.
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| − | |Value Burrow-infra-Mump = The hill of Burrow was for a long time the only peak in the area. But there is now another.
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| − | You keep the Mump at your back and fly straight for the height of the city, sighting on the {{TLC variant text|Style landmark}}. {{...}} The citizens form a ring, too cautious to come near.
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| − | |Value Moulin = The land {{...}} is dark, and its features shift if you look for too long, so that you might find yourself completely turned around. | |
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| − | {{...}} The citizens watch you descend. They keep a sensible distance, in case your steed was a monster bred for the wars with Hell.
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| − | |Value Marigold = {{...}} the walls of Hell are ever at your west, extending {{...}} far to the north and {{...}} south. | |
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| − | {{...}} The citizens watch you descend. No one speaks. They have seen more terrible things wheeling over the white towers to the west, but you are the only one to come down here.
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| | *{{Move|The City of the Tracklayers}} | | *{{Move|The City of the Tracklayers}} |
