Editing Repel the Lorn-Fluke with a show of force
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{{Variant table|Condition = A Scholar of the Correspondence|Condition alias = Scholar|Effect = Description|Compact=yes | {{Variant table|Condition = A Scholar of the Correspondence|Condition alias = Scholar|Effect = Description|Compact=yes | ||
|Value 1 - 9 = It seizes you by the amygdala, a bright, violent condemnation: ''Wrongdoers''. | |Value 1 - 9 = It seizes you by the amygdala, a bright, violent condemnation: ''Wrongdoers''. | ||
− | |Value 10 - | + | |Value 10 - 11? = The Fluke spits sigils like hot coals, accusations winding around your mind in the language of the Correspondence: ''Trespassers. Violators.'' |
− | |Value 15 - 21 = The Fluke sings the Correspondence with […] violent […] force […]. ''Trespassers'', the song accuses. ''Violators.'' For a moment you understand the Correspondence as the Fluke used to, a […] language of dappled fires refracted through amber. Then your skin begins to blister. | + | |Value 15? - 21 = The Fluke sings the Correspondence with […] violent […] force […]. ''Trespassers'', the song accuses. ''Violators.'' For a moment you understand the Correspondence as the Fluke used to, a […] language of dappled fires refracted through amber. Then your skin begins to blister. |
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