Editing The Airs of the Forgotten Quarter
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|Quality type = Randomizer | |Quality type = Randomizer | ||
|Discrete = yes | |Discrete = yes | ||
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|Lower = no | |Lower = no | ||
|Description = The Quarter is still. It changes when you're not looking. | |Description = The Quarter is still. It changes when you're not looking. | ||
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− | | | + | Q: How do I unearth the level of my Airs of the Forgotten Quarter?<br /> |
− | + | A: Select it as your [[Scrapbook Value|Scrapbook Status]]. Then open your profile in a separate window as https://www.fallenlondon.com/profile/(your~character<nowiki/>'s~name) to see the number next to the Scrapbook Status icon. | |
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− | + | ==Levels== | |
− | + | *0: The streets are empty. Today, the road home is clear. | |
− | + | *1-9: A light bobs in an upstairs window, blue as a fly's belly. | |
− | + | *10-19: A spider promenades across a window-sill with obscene casualness. | |
− | + | *20-29: That must be the wind. Only the feeble winds of the Neath sob so. | |
− | + | *30-39: A wind-chime of mouse-bones clatters, chatters. | |
− | + | *40-44: Fungus dapples the stone like clots of snow. Step round it. | |
− | + | *45-49: A distant horn-call. A single scream. | |
− | + | *50-59: The statues watch. Their eyes are hollow with grief. | |
− | + | *60-71: Nothing. Nothing? ...nothing. | |
+ | *72-84: A shadow of wings flits across a square. They are curved, like a falcon's. | ||
+ | *85-89: Mist develops softly in the dark places of the Quarter, like sleep. There is a lassitude in the air. | ||
+ | *90-127: Look up, to the bleak arch of the Neath-roof. The false-stars glow more brightly. Your skin tingles. |