User:ZDee/Track down a Spirifer (wikia test)

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You've had a tip-off about a gang of Spirifers working around St Nathanael's Hospital.

Spirifers prey on the almost dead, those unfortunates with a slippery grip on their souls. In Fallen London, where one can be almost dead indefinitely, spirifers do a roaring trade.

Unlocked with Watchful 53

Telescopesmall.png Watch from the rooftops[edit]

A convenient skylight beckons. But watch your step, it's a long way down.

Challenge Information
Broad, Watchful 57

  • 57 - chancy (60%)
  • 67 - modest (70%)
  • 76 - very modest (80%)
  • 86 - low-risk (90%)
  • 95 - straightforward (100%)

Success[edit]

A perfect vantage point

Sprawled on the hospital roof, you watch as bandaged invalids are wheeled into the ward and left in rows. Before the night is out, a spirifer comes to call at their bedsides. He is an unnerving sight; eyes like yellow diamonds, a mouth like a slash in a rubber sheet, and the most unnaturally enormous hat.

He leans over a bedside, and with a device like a brass tuning fork, gently winds the soul from an invalid's mouth.

It is a simple matter to follow him home. A quick tap on the back of the head with your trusty knoblolly and he falls stunned. You resist the urge to murder him and help yourself to his stock instead.

  • Bottledsoulsmall.png You've gained 28 x Soul

Failure[edit]

A curse upon tilers and gutterers!

The hospital roof is falling to pieces! You snag your favourite trousers on a jutting weathercock, and a collapsing slate alerts the brawny nurses. Time for a discreet exit. Tomorrow night, perhaps...

Cadaversmall.png Disguise yourself as an invalid[edit]

Skulking be damned, you should infiltrate the hospital!

Challenge Information
Broad, Shadowy 51

  • 51 - chancy (60%)
  • 60 - modest (70%)
  • 68 - very modest (80%)
  • 77 - low-risk (90%)
  • 85 - straightforward (100%)

Success[edit]

You're in!

And sure enough, before the night is out, a Spirifer comes to call at your bedside. He is an unnerving sight; eyes like yellow diamonds, a mouth like a slash in a rubber sheet, and the most unnaturally enormous hat.

Fortunately, he's not expecting trouble. A quick tap on the head and he's out like a light. The hat, it turns out, is where he hides his stolen souls. You feel bad about helping yourself, but these souls will be better off at the Bazaar than in Hell.

  • Bottledsoulsmall.png You've gained 28 x Soul

Failure[edit]

"You don't look very ill to me, [gendertitle]..."

Perhaps the green pancake foundation was a little over the top. You are politely escorted from the premises.


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