Propose a hunting expedition

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From: An Evening at Sophia's


You've heard of something worse than a spider-council living in a den beyond Ealing Gardens. Would a few club members care to join you in clearing it out?

Unlocked with  50,


Challenge information

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  • 137 - very chancy (41%)
  • 170 - chancy (51%)
  • 204 - modest (61%)
  • 237 - very modest (71%)
  • 270 - low-risk (81%)
  • 304 - straightforward (91%)
  • 334 - straightforward (100%)

Success

Six women, ten crossbows

Your compatriots are delighted [...]

[...]

Your quarry's lair is deep in the hillside[...]

[...] afterward [...] you can get a good look around: bodies [...] the size of house cats; a den that goes deep, deep into Aescwine Hill; [...] stingers, laid in a row like tombstones.

Description summary:
The second paragraph depends on your quality.

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WatchtowerDescription
NoneFrom the station, you have a fair walk to the top of Aescwine Hill: a phalanx of determined monster-hunters, knife points glinting in the dim light of the false-stars.
False-StarFrom the station, you have a fair walk to the top of Aescwine Hill: a phalanx of determined monster-hunters, knife points glinting in the gleam of your own false-star.
Firebird
ScarabsFrom the station, you have a fair walk to the top of Aescwine Hill: a phalanx of determined monster-hunters, knife points glinting in the green sheen of Phosphorescent Scarabs.
Contrarian's Lantern
Boatman's LanternFATE-locked


Failure

Six women, ten crossbows

Your compatriots are delighted by the proposal. They buy excursion tickets; [...]

[...]

You are the first to fall. It is a story that they'll be telling at Sophia's for weeks, softening the blow to your ego with a plate of petits-four.