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From: Along the Smoking Shore


There is a basalt-walled villa overlooking the Smoking Shore. Refreshment and succour await, once you have employed sufficient violence to reach it.

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Challenge information

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  • 120 - very chancy (41%)
  • 149 - chancy (51%)
  • 178 - modest (61%)
  • 208 - very modest (71%)
  • 237 - low-risk (81%)
  • 266 - straightforward (91%)
  • 292 - straightforward (100%)

Success

The Serenities of Basalt

You bury the […] legion […] in a cascade of falling stone and statuary […]

[…] The Delighted Functionary falls over himself to see to the needs of your Company. Mud-baths in the villa ponds, jasmine tea in the courtyard […]

[…] an eraser for […] every anguish.

[…]

Description summary:
The fourth paragraph varies with .

Parabolan InfantryFourth paragraph
The Wakeful GentlemenThe Burnished Prince, captain of the Wakeful Gentlemen, takes to the treatments like a cat to cream. Even dozing in a tub of Was-Wood mud, with rings of Viric daubed over his eyes, he cuts an imposing figure.
The Satrap-SaintsThe Satrap-Saints gather in one great coil in the pools on the edge of the villa, where the Shore meets the brimstone sea. Submerged in a mass of writhing, shifting scales, their legion of eyes close. [...]
The Pax HominesThe Pax Homines are provided with an exquisite new coat of paint. Their red is lustrous, their white blinding and their black midnight. They are so pleased they even consent to letting your other troops use them in an oversized game of chess.

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Failure

Stony hearts

[…]

A scout screams as they stumble over a Second City brass idol. Stones rise around them, faster than a heartbeat and stronger than steel. […]

You lose a dozen more before you are forced to turn back, a dozen colossal stone mounds left glowering at you.

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