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  • Agree to marry Poor Edward (category Betrothed to a Masked Villain! Gain)
    You have rescued Hephaesta from a watery end. Speak to her in London!  An occurrence! Your 'Betrothed to a Masked Villain!' Quality is now 1!
    731 bytes (120 words) - 15:01, 11 March 2022
  • Agree to marry Poor Edward (2) (category Betrothed to a Masked Villain! Gain)
    with Poor Edward A promise means nothing. You won't have to actually go through with it. Locked with Betrothed to a Masked Villain! A betrothal "I knew
    727 bytes (123 words) - 08:44, 16 May 2022
  • Play along (category Betrothed to a Masked Villain!)
    is going to go ahead. You'll humour him, for now. Unlocked with Betrothed to a Masked Villain! Poor Edward's plans Poor Edward launches into a one-sided
    1 KB (126 words) - 08:26, 27 April 2022
  • Scream (Light Fingers: The Burial of the Dead) (category Betrothed to a Masked Villain! Text Uses)
    hear you? No reply No-one can hear you. Except Poor Edward. "I pledged myself to [..]the Boil of Calamities, which tends the sacred spaces of its kind. Spaces
    675 bytes (101 words) - 15:54, 11 March 2022
  • Scrabble at the lid (Light Fingers: The Burial of the Dead) (category Betrothed to a Masked Villain! Text Uses)
    Escape The soil is unforgiving. And so is Poor Edward. "I pledged myself to a king in yellow and red and black.[...] "I'm coming for the Hybrid," he says
    704 bytes (113 words) - 15:54, 11 March 2022
  • Listen (Light Fingers: The Burial of the Dead) (category Betrothed to a Masked Villain! Text Uses)
    worms. Just Poor Edward. […] "I'm coming for the Hybrid," […] "So far I've had to make all the sacrifices for this marriage. My skin. My job. My life in London
    722 bytes (111 words) - 15:37, 11 March 2022
  • Head-butt the lid (Light Fingers: The Burial of the Dead) (category Betrothed to a Masked Villain! Text Uses)
    your only escape. Splinters and blood. Poor Edward raises his voice, so as to be heard over the dull thudding impact of skull against wood. Thud. Thud.
    722 bytes (107 words) - 15:30, 11 March 2022
  • Lay"]="Door.png", ["A Flash Lay: A Corrupt Electoral Officer"]="drunk.png", ["A Flash Lay: a False Backer"]="Papers.png", ["A Flash Lay: A Ring of Duplicate
    156 KB (19,077 words) - 21:47, 28 June 2024