The Airs of Port Carnelian
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| A player-created Guide is available for this content: Port Carnelian (Guide) |
The southern wind blows; the sweet aromas of the fungal jungle wash over the Port.
The Airs of Port Carnelian is a Randomizer quality.
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 | The Airs of Port Carnelian |
|---|---|
| 1 – 10 | Zailors from London play mahjong in the Khaganian Quarter. Maybe a Londoner will win today. |
| 11 – 20 | The black, reflective waters beneath a Moon Bridge are disturbed. Someone dropped a wriggling bag into the river. |
| 21 – 30 | In the tea shops, women roll up their sleeves; men, their trouser legs. The heat is unbearable today. |
| 31 – 40 | An airag-drunken philosopher argues with a sober poet on the nature of the Mountain of Light. |
| 41 – 50 | Haggling in the Blue Bazaar turns criminally violent. Again. |
| 51 – 60 | Drunken Londoners, shuffling down the middle of the street, scramble to clear a path for an uninterested tiger. |
| 61 – 70 | The miners are recreating sections of Wagner’s operas, with modest success. |
| 71 – 80 | A Venetian ship has docked next to one of Hell's Triremes. Most of the Surface zailors refuse to disembark. |
| 81 – 90 | A tiger blows rings of lilac smoke towards the false-stars. |
| 91 – 99 | Faces change. More than one person in the Port isn’t who they were yesterday. |
| 100 | A greying tiger gladly bears a laughing child on its back. All is well. |
