Stay at range and return fire

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From: At the Command of the (Airship Name)


They hang from stalactites and deploy stone, mortar and vast hunks of amber. Safety now depends upon your aim.

Game Instructions: This will never shake off or otherwise defeat your attackers.

Unlocked with

Locked with  8,  8,  (30 + × 25)


Challenge information

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  • 35 - very chancy (42%)
  • 43 - chancy (51%)
  • 51 - modest (61%)
  • 60 - very modest (72%)
  • 68 - low-risk (81%)
  • 76 - straightforward (91%)
  • 84 - straightforward (100%)

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  • 35 - very chancy (42%)
  • 43 - chancy (51%)
  • 51 - modest (61%)
  • 60 - very modest (72%)
  • 68 - low-risk (81%)
  • 76 - straightforward (91%)
  • 84 - straightforward (100%)

The difficulty for both is equal to 50 + / 3 (rounded).

Success

Steady, steady...

You keep the [Airship] at a distance [...]

Meanwhile, you tip your head to the gunners. A few agonising minutes and then the Starved feel at liberty to emerge. A mistake [...] [T]he loss of one more citadel, posed against London far below.

Redirects to: At the Command of the (Airship Name)


Failure

The void, howls

A scatter of stone across the deck; another crewman screaming into the dark. A howl from the navigator, now pierced with [...] bone. [...]

The rubble is partially carved. [...] They have torn it down to rain misery on you and yours. And succeeded. You drift on.

Redirects to: At the Command of the (Airship Name)