Paddle in the 'Sea'

Paddle in the 'Sea'
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Category	Hidden
Type	Albion: Worlebury-juxta-Mare
Data ID	135192

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Paddle in the 'Sea' is considered a Hidden Quality Albion: Worlebury-juxta-Mare in Sunless Skies.

Hidden description[]

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Obtaining[]

Hidden Qualities are used to track various things and are invisble to the player.

Quality status[]

Paddle in the 'Sea' has different statuses according to your actions, defined by the comment in front of the quality.

Variable Interaction description[]

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Paddle[]

[0] You can almost see something in the gloom, the parabola of a massive flank. You can almost hear it breathing. But before you can investigate, the rope tightens, and you're pulled up to safety.
[1] You can almost see something in the gloom, the parabola of a massive flank. You can almost hear it breathing. But before you can investigate, the rope tightens, and you're pulled up to safety.
[12] The mists tickle. You paddle listlessly through their depths, breathing in the candy-sweet. This is really quite pleasant.
[24] You paddle through the shallows today, your head held up in the air. As it turns out, it was a good decision. The mists are unusually attractive, opalescent pink with a gilding of gold.
[30] You paddle through the shallows today, your head held up in the air. As it turns out, it was a good decision. The mists are unusually attractive, opalescent pink with a gilding of gold.
[36] A blonde-haired boy, exquisitely sculpted, challenges you to a race. You dive in simpatico and barrel down into the mists. You end up the de facto victor, of course. If only one individual emerges from a competition, they, by default, win.
[40] A blonde-haired boy, exquisitely sculpted, challenges you to a race. You dive in simpatico and barrel down into the mists. You end up the de facto victor, of course. If only one individual emerges from a competition, they, by default, win.
[48] Today, you encounter other 'swimmers', middle-aged men in billowy trunks. They're very genial if somewhat foreign, burbling merrily at a joke they've likely shared for three decades, their voices watery.
[60] Medusae follow you along your swim, glowing in Christmas colours. They brush harmlessly against your skin, leaving you only with an unbearable longing for the first meal you'd ever shared with a friend.
[70] There are fish in the mists. At least, you think they might be fish. Your eyes will not focus, your memory will not map the dimensions of their forms. Whatever the case, you're almost certain they're beautiful.
[80] Tentacled life tug and tease at your ankles. Initially, it is all a little intimidating, but you soon realize that no harm is intended.