Listen to the tales being told

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From: Genii Locorum


This is the season for stories of religious affection.

Unlocked with London's Season: The Feast of the Exceptional Rose is present (World Quality, now locked)


Success

Stories at a distance

[...]

It is not true, and where it is true, it is not complete; and [...] says nothing of what happened afterward. But the girls and boys like to hear the tale. With stubs of pencil or chalk they draw scenes from the courtship, however they happen to imagine it.

Description summary:
The first paragraphs vary based on the city's Founding Body.

Founding BodyFirst Paragraphs
Furnace AnconaOnce there was a leader of the Tracklayers who loved the Union so much that she left everyone else behind, even the tomb-colonist who once led the Union with her; and she gave her hand in marriage [...], in order to win this grand and impregnable city.
Furnace Ancona, StarvedOnce there was a leader of the Tracklayers [...] cruelly left to die among the Starved men. Because she had nothing [...] left to offer to the Union she loved, she gave her hand in marriage to an ancient power, in order to win this grand and impregnable city.
CorneliusOnce there was a tomb-colonist who was in love with the leader of the Tracklayers [...] Then the leader replied [...]: Go down to the Old Power of the West, [...] and allow your body to be made into a city, that I and my people may dwell there forever.
Your Own DoubleOnce there was an Old Power of the Neath, and it was in love with a human woman [...]

But the woman doubted and was afraid, and she turned to a powerful sorceror-scientist [...] And the sorceror-scientist rejoiced [...] and said to the woman, I will go in your place.

[...]
The Double of the ManagerOnce there was a very old man [...] in love with the city of Polythreme [...] One day there came to him a spirit [...], and the old man wished to be a city. And the spirit [...] did as he said; only it put his city far far from the zee, where he would never glimpse Polythreme [...]

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