The Storm That Schemes

 is considered a Accomplishment Ambition: The Martyr-King's Cup in Sunless Skies.

Accomplishment description
"The Unseen Queen has supplanted the Storm That Speaks. She wears her father's misery as a mantle, and schemes to bring an end to death. "

Quality status
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Interaction description
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 * [ 1 ] The Unseen Queen has supplanted her father's place in the heavens. She wears his lingering torment as her mantle.

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storm_description

 * [ 0 ] Here in the eye of the storm, the winds ease. You are ringed by scudding clouds. A pallid radiance illuminates your engine, like the ghost of sunlight.\n\nPurple lightning threads the storm. The voices on the wind clamour, until a grumble of irritable thunder stills them.
 * [ 1 ] Here in the eye of the storm, the winds ease. You are ringed by scudding clouds. A silver radiance illuminates your engine, like resurgent moonlight.\n\nPurple lightning threads the storm. The voices on the wind clamour, until a peal of stern thunder stills them."

not_satisfied

 * [ 0 ] You cast the souls one by one into the storm. The thunder glowers. The voices on the wind babble and quail. The Storm that Speaks is not satisfied.
 * [ 1 ] You cast the souls one by one into the storm. A silvery peal of thunder, almost like derisive laughter. The Storm that Schemes is not satisfied."

appeased

 * [ 0 ] The souls are luminous against the dark winds. The storm is intrigued. It reaches out a jagged finger of lightning. There is a flash, an acrid smell of copper and melted glass. The storm's voices murmur. Your transgression is forgotten.
 * [ 1 ] The souls are luminous against the dark winds. For a moment, the storm-clouds part; a beam of moonlight shines from the depths, catching, ensnaring. There is a flash, an acrid smell of copper and melted glass. The storm's voices murmur. Your transgression is forgiven."

appeased2

 * [ 0 ] One by one, the souls spin, unremarked, into the storm. But the next one you throw catches the storm's attention. It reaches out a jagged finger of lightning. There is a flash, an acrid smell of copper and melted glass. The storm's voices murmur. Your transgression is forgotten.
 * [ 1 ] One by one, the souls spin, unremarked, into the storm. But the next one you throw catches the storm's attention. For a moment, the clouds part; a beam of moonlight shines from the depths, catching, ensnaring. There is a flash, an acrid smell of copper and melted glass. The storm's voices murmur. Your transgression is forgiven."

storm_name

 * [ 0 ] The Storm that Speaks
 * [ 1 ] The Storm that Schemes"

odd_one

 * [ 0 ] Before you can hear a voice from your own history, the storm resounds with thunder. Irritable lightning stabs the sky. It believes the voices have said too much. There is a crawling sense of pressure on your engine, like a summer's day beneath a gathering storm.
 * [ 1 ] Before you can hear a voice from your own history, the storm resounds with thunder. Irritable lightning stabs the sky. For a moment, you forget your place – you are struck by visions of castles, forests plunging into valleys, knights on pale horses. It takes hours of lurching confusion before you remember who you really are.

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