Stumble onwards (3)

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From: Lost in the Black


Up, higher into the High Sancta. Disregard your vision altogether. Focus on the sounds; the smells; the textures beneath your fingertips.

Unlocked with Towards a Violant Sky 1-11

Locked with Firmament exactly 295


Challenge information

Narrow, Counterlight 50 (50% base)

  • 45 - very chancy (45%)
  • 46 - very chancy (46%)
  • 47 - very chancy (47%)
  • 48 - very chancy (48%)
  • 49 - very chancy (49%)
  • 50 - very chancy (50%)
  • 51 - chancy (51%)
  • 52 - chancy (52%)
  • 53 - chancy (53%)
  • 54 - chancy (54%)

Success

Up

Your breath is loud and close. The blindfold chafes against your skin, the knot tight at the back of your head. […]

One step. Two. Which way is forwards? It doesn't matter. The halls of Zenith swallow you once more.

Description summary:
The end of the first paragraph changes based on Counterlight Source.

SourceEffect
1An anticandle does not gutter, and does not die. In that lack, violant trickles inwards.
2You lose hold on a memory of forgetfulness. In that lapse, violant trickles inwards.
3A filament gutters and dies. In that failure, violant trickles inwards.

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Alternative Success

Up

Your breath is loud and close. The blindfold chafes against your skin, the knot tight at the back of your head. […]

One step. Two. Which way is forwards? It doesn't matter. The halls of Zenith swallow you once more.

Description summary:
The end of the first paragraph changes based on Counterlight Source.

SourceEffect
1An anticandle does not gutter, and does not die. In that lack, violant trickles inwards.
2You lose hold on a memory of forgetfulness. In that lapse, violant trickles inwards.

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]


Failure

Discovered

Even through your blindfold, the violant seeps in […] a web of light and links, each diamond node grasping for the others.

[…] etched into your eyelids, burrowing into the soft meat of your brain.

Your heart pounds. […]

You are back in Zenith's lower reaches. […]

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