Become a Silverer

ID: 117801

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From: An Unsigned Message

'The Silverer changes the course of events with truth and lies. […] Hers are the hidden arts by which the Gallery of Serpents was made. She has ventured into the Marches beyond the sight of all glass, and uncovered the source of the Writhing River.'

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Unlocked with Profession: Mystic,  5,  6

Challenge information

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• 205 - very chancy (41%)
• 255 - chancy (51%)
• 305 - modest (61%)
• 355 - very modest (71%)
• 405 - low-risk (81%)
• 455 - straightforward (91%)
• 500 - straightforward (100%)
  

Success

The Expedition

You bid farewell to your acolytes, for they cannot follow. The mirror's glass is like […] the Marches wait.

When you find the Writhing River […] Your journey takes you down into […]

Here, in a humid basin […] You can use that…

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Success Instructions: If you wish to change your Addressed As to reflect your new profession, you can change it via 'The Roof-Tops: Urchins' Opportunity Card.

• Persuasive is increasing…
• You are now a Silverer.
• Your 'Circle of Acolytes' Quality has gone!
•  You now have 1 x Set of Cosmogone Spectacles

Failure

A narrow escape

You stagger from the mirror mostly starved and barely lucid. There is a ladylike scream. […] you hadn't time to find your own mirror. […] you advise your hostess against looking in her mirror unless she's very, very partial to snakes.

Description summary:
The Writhing River found you first, and it chased you across half the Marches! You fled through a random mirror – into a lady's bedroom. You hastily jot down your newfound knowledge of the Marches' geography with the nearest writing utensils: a pen, ink, and a cotton bedsheet (no paper, alas). You give your shocked hostess a piece of advice before departing with her inked bedclothes.

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• Persuasive is increasing…
•  You've gained 1 x Partial Map
•  Making Waves is increasing… (+2 CP)