Hold a feast

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From: Through the Hanging Mountains


The Mountains are cold; your walls secure. A fire in your halls and meat on your table might well be what your Company needs.

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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 Commander's table

It is a provocation to have fires blazing[…] But your brazenness is such that it provides security. None will dare besiege such a confident Commander.

You lavish all the foods of Parabola upon your Company. […] For one night, your men dine as queens.

[…]

Description summary:
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Parabolan GrenadiersDescription
The Pale League of IremThe Pale League's Captain does not join you. She will have already eaten. Is she smiling when she says that? "I will never have smiled," she demurs, with a smile.
The 77th Queen's Own HussarsDaniel of the Hussars joins you at the table. His appetite is formidable, his knives red. He tells your other captains of Hell and its hungers, and when they leave their plates untouched, he shovels their helpings onto his own.
The Order SpeculorumJenny of Flowerdene Market joins you at the table. Her manner puts your other captains to shame. […] She winks at you from across the table as your disarmed captains hurry to obey her commands.

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Failure

Against the ruin

No sooner is the mutersalt upon the table and the roast Boil being carried through from the kitchens than the sound of cannon-thunder is at your door.

[…] your Company is slow to respond and a tower goes crashing down (up) into the frost.

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