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|Value 720 = 720 - [[Propose the Fervent Widow become Castellan of Balmoral|Proposing that the Fervent Widow become Castellan of Balmoral]] | |Value 720 = 720 - [[Propose the Fervent Widow become Castellan of Balmoral|Proposing that the Fervent Widow become Castellan of Balmoral]] | ||
|Effect 720 = 100 | |Effect 720 = 100 | ||
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|Value 940 = 940 - [[Propose special consideration to certain charitable groups|Proposing special consideration to certain charitable groups]] | |Value 940 = 940 - [[Propose special consideration to certain charitable groups|Proposing special consideration to certain charitable groups]] | ||
|Effect 940 = 100 | |Effect 940 = 100 | ||
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|Value 700 = A harsh staccato beat sounds like a gunshot. Is it a yes? Half of your board clutch their chests in shock. | |Value 700 = A harsh staccato beat sounds like a gunshot. Is it a yes? Half of your board clutch their chests in shock. | ||
|Value 710 = A bang sounds like a grenade going off. It would seem that the Drummer is very happy to leave Balmoral in September's hands. | |Value 710 = A bang sounds like a grenade going off. It would seem that the Drummer is very happy to leave Balmoral in September's hands. | ||
− | |Value 720 | + | |Value 720 = Silence. It is not assent, but nor is it dissent. It seems on this the Drummer cannot or does not care to have an opinion. |
|Value 940 - 941, 1000, 1020 - 1030 = A light tap sounds, like might be made from bone hitting bone. The Drummer relents. This time. | |Value 940 - 941, 1000, 1020 - 1030 = A light tap sounds, like might be made from bone hitting bone. The Drummer relents. This time. | ||
|Value 1100 - 1110 = A long roll of the drums like thunder. The Drummer has unfinished business with the kingdom behind the glass. | |Value 1100 - 1110 = A long roll of the drums like thunder. The Drummer has unfinished business with the kingdom behind the glass. | ||
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|Value 529 = The mocking hiss and rattle of maracas, pitched to sound almost like the triumph of snakes. The Viscountess bares her claws. | |Value 529 = The mocking hiss and rattle of maracas, pitched to sound almost like the triumph of snakes. The Viscountess bares her claws. | ||
|Value 700 - 720 = A long series of drumbeats goes out that rattle your teeth […] As violent flashes roll through your head like lightning, your bleeding ears wonder if the Drummer is performing some malevolent parody of God Save the Queen. That can't be right? Can it? | |Value 700 - 720 = A long series of drumbeats goes out that rattle your teeth […] As violent flashes roll through your head like lightning, your bleeding ears wonder if the Drummer is performing some malevolent parody of God Save the Queen. That can't be right? Can it? | ||
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|Value 940 - 941 = A single bell sounds from somewhere that feels like the base of your spine, sounding through your bones and rattling your teeth like coins in a jar. It would seem that the Drummer does not care for charity. | |Value 940 - 941 = A single bell sounds from somewhere that feels like the base of your spine, sounding through your bones and rattling your teeth like coins in a jar. It would seem that the Drummer does not care for charity. | ||
|Value 1100 - 1110 = A single bell tolls, funeral and distant. The Drummer has no wish to engage with Parabola if it can avoid it. It is not, of course, afraid. Merely prudent. | |Value 1100 - 1110 = A single bell tolls, funeral and distant. The Drummer has no wish to engage with Parabola if it can avoid it. It is not, of course, afraid. Merely prudent. | ||
|Value 1200 = The Drummer replies with a single boom. Revolution only made things worse in Hell; perhaps it does not care to foster more Revolutionaries. | |Value 1200 = The Drummer replies with a single boom. Revolution only made things worse in Hell; perhaps it does not care to foster more Revolutionaries. | ||
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