ID: 143638
Godfall is a place of great change.
Airs Descriptions
Wiki note: Numbers unaccounted for: 19, 70, 140 – 142, 159, 200, 238 – 239, 260, 378 – 379
Levels | Airs of Godfall |
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0 – 18 | An albatross keens, high above the island. |
20 – 29 | A surprising number of chambers are undisturbed, left just as they were following the stalactite's fall. |
30 – 39 | The tunnel walls flex, contract, then unclench again. |
40 – 49 | The zee's relentless crash is a dull drone from here. |
50 – 59 | The floor is pocked with little buds that taste the pilgrims as they pass. |
60 – 69 | Amber. Endless amber dews the walls. |
71 – 79 | The distant breathing of the island hitches, then continues. |
80 – 99 | Salt crystalises in the depths, an inevitable reversion. |
100 – 119 | The brothers grow restless. |
120 – 139 | A hand reaches up from the ground. Closer inspection reveals it to be cast in amber. |
143 – 158 | The Abbot-Commander orders a crate of his personal label brought up from the cellar. It must be a special occasion. |
160 – 179 | The air here is heady like wine, but chokes those who breathe too deeply. |
180 – 199 | In the depths, a monk carries a crate, clanking with every step. He must be desperate, to delve so deep alone. |
201 – 219 | A solitary eye, set high in a cliff, watches the zee. |
220 – 237 | In the Shaping Chambers, something weeps. |
240 – 259 | Monks cheer and wassail as the bell rings for Matins. |
261 – 279 | Two monks lament the shuttering of the winery. Their dreams have not been the same. |
280 – 299 | On a distant ship, a merchant eyes the island warily. She doesn't stop here anymore. |
300 – 319 | A stale smell. Old fish and too much salt. |
320 – 339 | Somewhere above, the Abbot-Commander cracks his many knuckles. |
340 – 359 | The monks decorate their buildings with twisted figures. They don't call them 'grotesques' anymore. They're 'divinities' now. |
360 – 377 | A bloody-fisted monk takes his brother by the hand and hauls him up from the dirt. |
380 – 400 | A great pair of lungs, suspended in a chamber, pull water into the island from the zee. |
500 | The air clears. The island is quiet. |