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From: Ambition: Nemesis – the First Interpretation


Carrywell hands you a scrap of paper with a five-digit number […]. "This one is in the Seventh Immobiles Wing. She can still talk, but she's difficult to understand. You are to interpret what she says and write it down. And ask her about Feducci."

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Challenge information

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  • 74 - very chancy (41%)
  • 91 - chancy (51%)
  • 109 - modest (61%)
  • 127 - very modest (71%)
  • 145 - low-risk (81%)
  • 163 - straightforward (91%)
  • 179 - straightforward (100%)

Success

The tale of 33856

[…]

33856 is […] firmly tied to her […] bed […]. She talks […] Latin, Arabic, Hebrew […] She's from the Elder Country […] She has died […] a hundred times in the service of the Presbyter. […] She used to work with Feducci. He is the Presbyter's agent in London.

[…]

Description summary:
After wandering through the Grand Sanatorium you find the patient. You spend days listening to her whispers and eventually figure out that she's from the Elder Continent and an agent/spy/assassin serving the Presbyter. Carrywell is very pleased with you.

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Failure

Lost in translation

You walk the endless marble corridors of the Grand Sanatorium. The inmates lie still […]

[…] You pass a ward whose fifty inhabitants are twitching and moaning as one. […] they shout the word 'Alice' in unison. You have yet to find your quarry.

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