Editing The Devil's Own Fingers (20 Chthonic Scrip)
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|From Storylet title = The Shopkeeper's Marquee of Mystification | |From Storylet title = The Shopkeeper's Marquee of Mystification | ||
|Description = This glove is made from a knot of long, serrated claws, coiled together like a dead spider's legs. Smoke exudes from a few of the nails. | |Description = This glove is made from a knot of long, serrated claws, coiled together like a dead spider's legs. Smoke exudes from a few of the nails. | ||
|Game Instructions = The Devil's Own Fingers are Watchful and Respectable. | |Game Instructions = The Devil's Own Fingers are Watchful and Respectable. | ||
|Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Chthonic Scrip|Appearance=Chthonic Scrips|20 x}} | |Unlocked with = {{Unlock|Chthonic Scrip|Appearance=Chthonic Scrips|20 x}} | ||
− | |Locked with = {{ | + | |Locked with = {{IL|Devilbone Talons}} |
|Success title = A Memento of Virginia | |Success title = A Memento of Virginia | ||
|Success description = The glove is heavy as an iron bar and smells like smouldering iron. [...] The Shopkeeper reads [...] "Originally commissioned for Virginia. [...] Apparently the claws were won during the Second Sortie of the Lamentation of Violets," they say. "Whatever that means." | |Success description = The glove is heavy as an iron bar and smells like smouldering iron. [...] The Shopkeeper reads [...] "Originally commissioned for Virginia. [...] Apparently the claws were won during the Second Sortie of the Lamentation of Violets," they say. "Whatever that means." |