Seek a shrine of the Deep Blue Heaven 1

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From: Begin an Expedition in the Forgotten Quarter


The Fourth City had curious gods. Not gods at all by the standards of newer peoples. There were places that they worshipped the sky, or its essence. Where would you find such a thing?

Game Instructions: You will need at least 20 Supplies to complete this expedition. Your benefactors will supply 15 of those supplies. Amassing more of your own will give you a margin.

Unlocked with 5 x Crate of Expedition Supplies, Archaeologist exactly 2

Locked with An Expedition:, Set of Correspondence Stones, A Scholar of the Correspondence


Challenge information

Broad, Watchful 70

  • 48 - very chancy (41%)
  • 60 - chancy (51%)
  • 72 - modest (61%)
  • 83 - very modest (71%)
  • 95 - low-risk (81%)
  • 107 - straightforward (91%)
  • 117 - straightforward (100%)

Success

A promising beginning

You load up with supplies from your smattering of Latin-stamped crates. This is more like it – this is proper archaeology. The remnants of old cities! Hidden treasures!

[...] Rumour has it, though, that Dr Gideon Orthos is also interested. Go carefully.

Conclusion: A Shrine of the Deep Blue Heaven

Redirects to: Pursuing an Archaeological Expedition

Rare Success

A head start

[...] The remnants of old cities! Hidden treasures!

And here, in the margin [...] – directions! This will get you that much closer. [...] Rumour has it, though, that Dr Gideon Orthos is also interested in these Shrines. Go carefully.

Wiki note: Rare success chance is 25%.

Conclusion: A Shrine of the Deep Blue Heaven

Redirects to: Pursuing an Archaeological Expedition


Failure

Annals of nonsense

A day's research gives you headaches and sneezing fits from book-dust. This author claims the Khan of the Fourth City fought a war against roses. That one recounts a folk-tale about a Master of the Bazaar rolled up in a carpet. Useless nonsense.