Editing The Vulgate's Wings

{{Quality
|ID = 145610
|Icon = vulgate.png
|Description = The sanctum-fortress of Zenith is expansive, and almost silent. If you close your eyes, you can hear them – oh so faintly.
|Quality type = Randomizer
|Discrete = yes
}}

==Airs Descriptions==
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|Level 0 – 5 = The sound of wings, and the feeling of wind upon your face.
|Level 6 – 10 = The smell of rot, a meal left out too long.
|Level 11 – 15 = Uneven stone beneath your feet, flagstones bowed by an eternity of use.
|Level 16 – 20 = Footsteps behind you. Or are they the echo of your own? 
|Level 21 – 25 = The smell of a forest, of sap and new growth. How long has it been?
|Level 26 – 30 = Cool moss beneath your fingers, budding in the cracks of derelict stonework.
|Level 33 – 35 = Breathing, quiet, from around the corner. When you pass it, there is no one there.
|Level 36 – 40 = The smell of sulphur. Cave-gas? Bad eggs?
|Level 41 – 45 = This room is panelled in wood. Your fingers follow the grain around knots and whorls.
|Level 46 – 50 = The scratch of pen on paper. It does not pause as you pass by.
|Level 51 – 55 = People, left too long to fester, have their own peculiar smell.
|Level 56 – 60 = Is the light here tangible? Does your skin know that it is lit? The hairs on your arms stand on end.
|Level 61 – 65 = What sound does violant make? Listen. Listen harder. You can hear it, in the space between silence.
|Level 67 – 70 = Can colour smell? You almost fancy the violant breaches your nostrils, frustrated by the blindfold's barrier.
|Level 71 – 75 = A drop in pressure. Your ears complain. Is it the altitude?
|Level 77 – 80 = Prayer has a texture. The silence here is heavy with it.
|Level 81 – 83 = The scent of hot amber, and ammonia. The Illuminated must be near.
|Level 86 – 89 = You reach for a wall, and grasp at empty air. This gallery opens onto a drop. Careful; it is a long way to fall.
|Level 91 – 95 = Something skitters behind you. A noise borne only of too many legs.
|Level 97 – 99 = A wall, wet with acid roof-drip, forces you choose between stability and scorched fingerprints.
|Level 100 = You smell thunder, but the storm never breaks.
}}