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From: Through the Hanging Mountains


The Hanging Mountains dangle from the Parabolan sky, wide bases affixed to the ceiling of the Is-Not. The Fingerkings would not expect an attack from up there.

Locked with Advance! 24


Challenge information

Broad, Shadowy 150

  • 103 - very chancy (41%)
  • 128 - chancy (51%)
  • 153 - modest (61%)
  • 178 - very modest (71%)
  • 203 - low-risk (81%)
  • 228 - straightforward (91%)
  • 250 - straightforward (100%)

Each point of Cat General reduces the base difficulty by 3 points.

Success

Up is down

You wear cloaks of gant to combat the treacherous cosmogone rays. You are shadows upon the Skin of the Sun as you crawl along the wide, pyramidical bases of the great Mountains.

[…] Your scouts locate a […] river […] where the enemy gathers their freshwater.

[…]

Description summary:
The third paragraph varies based on your Parabolan Infantry.

Parabolan InfantryThird paragraph
1 - The Wakeful GentlemenThe Wakeful Gentlemen chuff scorn at the steep slope. [...] they point to their boots to which they have affixed long, thin planks of wood. The resulting melee is perfunctory; victory yours. Your enemy is forced to abandon their position.
2 - The Satrap-SaintsThe Satrap-Saints are not concerned by the slope. […] By subtle beguilement and eery whisper, they lure the enemy up the long climb towards them. Broken by the back-breaking incline, frost-bitten and miserable, the enemy accepts the Saints' temptations […]
3 - The Pax HominesThe Pax Homines are undaunted by the slope. As one, they topple down the mountainside in a clamour of noise and fury. The enemy is dismayed, […] before they are swept away in an avalanche of chessmen. Your enemy is forced to abandon their position.

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Failure

The shaded wood

The roots of the Mountains are vast and cold. Teeth chatter, fingers freeze and break off. [...] The Fingerkings have been waiting, forcing you into chokepoints in narrow plummeting passes. […]

your numbers are diminished.

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