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From: Duelling the Masked Corsair


No hesitation. No quarter.

Locked with  112


Challenge information

Broad, 110

  • 76 - very chancy (41%)
  • 94 - chancy (51%)
  • 112 - modest (61%)
  • 131 - very modest (71%)
  • 149 - low-risk (81%)
  • 167 - straightforward (91%)
  • 184 - straightforward (100%)

Success

Exquisite swordsmanship

Here's a sword. This one will do. It slices through incense and sings with the Masked Corsair's blade. […] She is no match, but it doesn't matter. Something more than skill drives her to ignore her own multiplying wounds.

[…]

Description summary:
The second half of the description varies based on .

AssociatingDescription
111"Submit to the Prester. Surrender the heretic."

"Don't listen to her!" cries the Youthful Naturalist – his last words before he leaps across the narrow space between your vessel and the Fluke's Folly.

112Screams. Pistols. Great flames leaping. Sparks cascade into the zee as the Youthful Naturalist overturns a monstrous tripod. More topple like dominoes [...] Even the blood is burning. Then he's scrambling for a rope [...]

Everything is a shimmering haze [...]

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]


Failure

Too close

[…] you stab her with the blade and she simply continues to advance. Letting it sink deeper. Skewering herself without so much as a grunt to express discomfort. Her mask is less than an inch from your own face when you feel a sharp pain in your side.

Description summary:
The second half of the description varies based on .

AssociatingDescription
111"Submit to the Prester. Surrender the heretic."

"Don't listen to her!" cries the Youthful Naturalist – his last words before he leaps across the narrow space between your vessel and the Fluke's Folly.

112Screams. Pistols. Great flames leaping. Sparks cascade into the zee as the Youthful Naturalist overturns a monstrous tripod. More topple like dominoes [...] Even the blood is burning. Then he's scrambling for a rope [...]

Everything is a shimmering haze [...]

[Find the rest of the story at https://www.fallenlondon.com]