Editing Gossip with the Masters, betraying a friend's Confession
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{{Hallowmas}} | {{Hallowmas}} | ||
{{Social Actions Auto | {{Social Actions Auto | ||
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|From Card/Storylet title = Confessions at the Feast of Masks | |From Card/Storylet title = Confessions at the Feast of Masks | ||
| − | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Confessions | + | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Confessions}} 1, {{Unlock|A Person of Some Importance -}}, {{Unlock|The Date -}} 2nd of November |
| − | |Friend unlocked with = {{Unlock|Trust | + | |Friend unlocked with = {{Unlock|Trust}} (you) exactly 1 |
|Description = The Masters pay attention to Persons of Importance. Share your friend's confidence with them. | |Description = The Masters pay attention to Persons of Importance. Share your friend's confidence with them. | ||
|Game Instructions = This will remove the Trust your friend has for you; steal up to five points of Making Waves; award you a little Spirit of Hallowmas, and grant a generous reward. You may even gain a little Connected: The Masters of the Bazaar. You victim will gain a point of Scandal. | |Game Instructions = This will remove the Trust your friend has for you; steal up to five points of Making Waves; award you a little Spirit of Hallowmas, and grant a generous reward. You may even gain a little Connected: The Masters of the Bazaar. You victim will gain a point of Scandal. | ||
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|Success description = The Master's robe is a gout of red. Its deep hood wags in disbelief. 'Remarkable! Mark my words: ambition is the root of imprudence. No good comes from grasping at stars.' It gives[...]Black candles, to replace the ones you burned during confessions. | |Success description = The Master's robe is a gout of red. Its deep hood wags in disbelief. 'Remarkable! Mark my words: ambition is the root of imprudence. No good comes from grasping at stars.' It gives[...]Black candles, to replace the ones you burned during confessions. | ||
|Success rewards = | |Success rewards = | ||
| − | *{{Gain|Spirit of Hallowmas (Historical)|2 x}} | + | *{{Item Gain|Spirit of Hallowmas (Historical)|2 x}} |
| − | *{{Gain|Mourning Candle|2 x}} | + | *{{Item Gain|Mourning Candle|2 x}} |
| − | *{{Gain|Memory of Light|2 x}} | + | *{{Item Gain|Memory of Light|2 x}} |
*{{Item Loss|Confessions|1 x}} | *{{Item Loss|Confessions|1 x}} | ||
| − | *{{ | + | *{{Increase|Making Waves}} |
{{Rare Success | {{Rare Success | ||
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|Rare Success description =[…] looms, stiff as a statue under its robes. Is it intrigued? Is it titillated? It pulls a scrap of paper from one of its oil-stained pockets. A pen emerges from the other. Unfolding the paper, it adds your name to a list. It is not a long list.}} | |Rare Success description =[…] looms, stiff as a statue under its robes. Is it intrigued? Is it titillated? It pulls a scrap of paper from one of its oil-stained pockets. A pen emerges from the other. Unfolding the paper, it adds your name to a list. It is not a long list.}} | ||
| − | *{{ | + | *{{Increase|Connected: The Masters of the Bazaar|+1 CP}} |
| − | *{{Gain|Spirit of Hallowmas (Historical)|2 x}} | + | *{{Item Gain|Spirit of Hallowmas (Historical)|2 x}} |
| − | *{{Gain|Inkling of Identity|8 x}} | + | *{{Item Gain|Inkling of Identity|8 x}} |
*{{Item Loss|Confessions|1 x}} | *{{Item Loss|Confessions|1 x}} | ||
| − | *{{ | + | *{{Increase|Making Waves}} |
|Accept description = The confession wins coos and titters from the Masters. [Friend]'s name falls from favour, while yours shines ever more brightly. | |Accept description = The confession wins coos and titters from the Masters. [Friend]'s name falls from favour, while yours shines ever more brightly. | ||
| − | *{{ | + | *{{Increase|Making Waves}} |
|Friend Accept description = [Friend]'s shocking betrayal costs you. You are kept waiting at doors that once opened at a knock. Your own doorstep becomes gloomy and unfrequented. You name is no longer spoken with regard. It is rarely spoken at all. | |Friend Accept description = [Friend]'s shocking betrayal costs you. You are kept waiting at doors that once opened at a knock. Your own doorstep becomes gloomy and unfrequented. You name is no longer spoken with regard. It is rarely spoken at all. | ||
*{{Social Loss|Trust}} | *{{Social Loss|Trust}} | ||
| − | *{{ | + | *{{Increase|Scandal|+1 CP}} |
*{{Social Gain|Exposed by}} (1 - Your confession was betrayed) | *{{Social Gain|Exposed by}} (1 - Your confession was betrayed) | ||
*{{Drop|Making Waves}}}} | *{{Drop|Making Waves}}}} | ||
