Offer Fin Bones
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From: (Catacombs Chamber)
Unlocked with 
Labyrinth's Hunger, Appendages: is Albatross Wings and Collected Fin Bones (World Quality, now locked), 
Fin Bones, Collected
Success
Offerings accepted
Description summary:
The description varies based on 
Among the Dead.
| AtD | Description |
|---|---|
| 1 - 25 | placing it in the empty niche. For a moment, nothing happens. Then, a growling in the silence, building from somewhere deep and distant. […] When the noises quiet and the earth stills, another tunnel leads deeper […] where no tunnel existed before. […] |
| 29 - 45 | placing it […] in the angel's outstretched hand. One by one, the individual femurs that comprise its halo fall, or crumble to dust, revealing a dark opening behind them. You leave the profaned angel behind, climbing into the hole left by its holiness. |
| 57 - 75 | wedging it firmly in the cave-in's single gap. The breeze from the blocked-off passage ceases, and the hairs on your arm settle. When you turn […], the single tunnel from which you came has multiplied. A new passage yawns, where there wasn't one before. […] |
| 77 - 92 | placing it gently into the skeleton's embrace. From deep within the catacomb emerges a keening cry, a shivering imitation of a lost child. […] When you turn back, the lover's tomb is nothing but a hole in the ground, leading deeper into the labyrinth. […] |
| 102 - 125 | cradling it in the reliquary's bed of jewels and velvet. […] the discordant crash of breaking glass echoes through the darkness. A shattered frame of gold and bone where once stood another reliquary reveals a crawlspace, leading deeper into the catacombs. […] |
| 128 - 149 | wedging it into the gap. […] the ground trembles […] as the curved wall of the rotunda shudders and rotates. The movement is not mechanical; the rock shifts in irregular flexes and starts, […]. When the walls are calm again, there are new exits to be found. […] |
| 155 - 175 | placing it in the hole and covering it in disturbed earth. If would be easier if the shovel were functional, […]. […] you are done, there are black half-moons of dirt under your nails, and the chamber's exits have shifted. You could not go back now, […]. |
| 187 - 199 | placing it where […] this creature's tongue would have lain. The skull, bone creaking like a ship in a storm, snaps shut, around you and offering both. There is a roaring, like a waking dragon or an approaching train, and […] there is no trace of any skull. […] |
| 203 - 225 | placing it in the model's foundation. Space twangs like overstretched elastic, […] for a dizzying moment you are sure that you are the wrong size. You stand in a parlour of polished bone – a perfect replica of the Soft-Hearted Widow's, in white and death […] |
| 257 - 272 | dropping it into the ravenous black. You wait. You do not hear it hit the bottom. You wait longer. […] What possesses you, to climb down into the well? A desire to escape this chamber? A need to not be thwarted? A terrible, self-destructive impulse? […] |
| 284 - 298 | wedging it into the gap to block that awful blue. Darkness closes in, utter and entire. Reaching out with your hand, you find a way forward where before there was a wall of grinning skulls. You stumble on, into the dark. |
| 301 - 325 | placing it on the altar before the osseous gorgon. It turns to stone beneath its gaze, grey creeping over the white, and then to dust. It takes a moment, or a month, the empty stare of the spine-haired skull a void that eats the seconds. […] |
| 327 - 349 | placing it inside the safe and closing the door. […] A jaw-clattering tremor rocks the stone from above, as if this […] were a storm-tossed boat and not a room cosseted on all sides by solid rock. […] one of the concrete walls fractures; […] There's a dark hole behind, […] |
| 355 - 371 | tucking it inside the bed. The walls breathe a sigh of relief. The bones relax. The curtains mourn your passage, Tibiae unfurl like an ivory carpet, leading you ever-deeper into the catacom |
| 379 - 398 | affixing it to the flag's canton. Shrieks echo through the chamber, plaintive cries and anguished fury. Following the noise, you find a crevice in the rock, just wide enough to shuffle through. […] a note on the wall: 'The far country flies no flag.' […] |
| 405 - 425 | placing it alongside the candles. The wicks spark […] the flames […] an uncanny, backwards dance. Candlenubs grow […] as pooling wax snakes […] back […] and resolidifies […]. […] candles stand […] whole, […] the tomb is new and unmarked. […] inscription above the dates: 'Here lie the treacheries.' […] |
| 430 - 448 | arranging it so that the mirror will reflect it pleasingly. Except it does not: […] the reflection remains as empty as before. […] […] a reflected hand – not present in the real – reaches towards the mirror's surface. It shatters […], revealing a crawlspace […] |
| 453 - 474 | placing it on the tracks. The ground rumbles: the sound of an approaching train. […] […] The ground bucks like a wild mare. […] from within the rock, tearing through the […] walls […] […] the east wall of the platform lies in rubbled ruin, and tracks extend into the darkness. |
| 485 - 499 | placing it […] into the corresponding absence. Muscle, tendon, ligament and skin […] layer by layer, […] in reversal of decay. […] the body – now naked, whole, human but still dead – levers itself to its feet. It walks into the darkness. […] gestures for you to follow. […] |
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You've lost 1 x Fin Bones, Collected
You've given bones to the labyrinth. (Raises 
Catacomb Offerings: Additional Appendages by 1)
You've gained 55,000 x Osseous Offerings
Silence. The dead demand their quiet veneration. [Airs of the Sous change…] (random)
Redirects to: A Labyrinth of Roof and Bone
