Protect a vulnerable Midnighter

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From: The Business of a Monster-Hunter


The Order of Saint Joshua know all about unconventional sacrament. From one secret priesthood to another, they call for your aid.

Unlocked with  70,  Hierarch of the Hunt


Challenge information

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  • 123 - very chancy (41%)
  • 153 - chancy (51%)
  • 183 - modest (61%)
  • 213 - very modest (71%)
  • 244 - low-risk (81%)
  • 273 - straightforward (91%)
  • 300 - straightforward (100%)

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  • 0 - almost impossible (10%)
  • 1 - high-risk (20%)
  • 2 - high-risk (30%)
  • 3 - tough (40%)
  • 4 - very chancy (50%)
  • 5 - chancy (60%)
  • 6 - modest (70%)
  • 7 - very modest (80%)
  • 8 - low-risk (90%)
  • 9 and above - straightforward (100%)

Success

The most dangerous prey

[…] there is a fervent, feral shard lodged within you that has nothing to do with memory. Snatched sense-images […] for digestion by your hunter-self […]

[…] The unsilent silence of a tribe at rest […] stench of unthreat, blood, of prey that does not know it yet.

[…]

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Failure

Forgotten rites

You wake […] with a head of violet fog. […] that instinct to which you give yourself totally in the epiphany of pursuit – snarls in atavistic malcontent. Something has been left incomplete. It niggles at you, like a desperate, unslaked thirst. […]

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