Write an ode

ID: 7075

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From: "My Lady's Bat is Dead."

A poem is a fitting memorial to a late, beloved pet. Even if odes are terribly old-fashioned.

Challenge information

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• 28 - very chancy (42%)
• 34 - chancy (51%)
• 41 - modest (61%)
• 48 - very modest (72%)
• 54 - low-risk (81%)
• 61 - straightforward (91%)
• 67 - straightforward (100%)
  

Success

"Little bat, my lady's darling."

You describe the bond between the deviless and her pet in simple, evocative verse. […] Her tears scald your skin, painfully; but she won't let go of your hand. Much later, a funereal gift arrives at your lodgings.

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• Persuasive is increasing…
•  An Intimate of Devils is increasing… (+3 CP)
•  Wounds is increasing… (+1 CP)
•  You've gained 3 x Relic of the Second City

Failure

"How I wonder what you're at."

Your attempts at a funerary ode are less than successful. Perhaps you should have attempted a more elegiac style. Anyway, the lady is more distressed than ever. She pushes you away as she turns to leave; her nails scorch your skin quite badly.

• Persuasive is increasing…
•  Wounds is increasing… (+2 CP)
•  An Intimate of Devils is dropping… (-3 CP)