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From: Rats in the hold


The Neath's murine contingent have their own tiny networks of information and intrigue. Have they heard of your quarry?

Unlocked with Chasing Down Your Bounty, Corsair's Colours 2


Challenge information

Broad, Dangerous 160

  • 110 - very chancy (41%)
  • 136 - chancy (51%)
  • 163 - modest (61%)
  • 190 - very modest (71%)
  • 216 - low-risk (81%)
  • 243 - straightforward (91%)
  • 267 - straightforward (100%)

Zee RegionChallenge difficulty
Home Waters160
Stormbones / Shepherd's Wash160
The Sea of Voices160
The Salt Steppe210
The Pillared Sea220
The Snares260

Success

Parlay

Once you've made it clear that you are not interested in exterminating […] them, the rattus faber become much more amenable to parlay.

[…]

Between them, the crowd of rodents is able to offer a startingly detailed picture of your quarry's heading.

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Zee Region Chasing gain
Home Waters8
Stormbones / Shepherd's Wash8
The Sea of Voices8
The Salt Steppe13
The Pillared Sea14
The Snares15

Rare Success

Parlay

[…]

"Got a cousin on the [Bounty] – awful cad," […]

The eyepatched rat even stands at the railing while you plot your heading, offering course corrections and particularly acerbic observations about the drawbacks of keeping a ship's cat.

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Zee Region Chasing gain
Home Waters10
Stormbones / Shepherd's Wash10
The Sea of Voices10
The Salt Steppe15
The Pillared Sea16
The Snares17


Failure

Rejected

The assembled rats are unwilling to parlay with such a large and furless individual, and scatter […] A ship offers many dark crannies […] it is impossible to find them again. Their taunting little voices hurl insults from within the walls of your vessel.

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