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| The Hour of the Wolf | |
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| Category | Random Event |
| Type | Random |
| Data ID | 303651 |
The Hour of the Wolf is a Sunless Skies Random Event.
Story description[]
It is late, and you are alone. Doubts prey on you.
Is this the path you should have taken? You trespass upon the precincts of heaven – what price will be exacted of you? What price have you already paid?
Trigger conditions[]
Terror ≥ 50 ≤ 99,
Location: The High Wilderness
Area: The Sky
Frequency: High Terror (50%)
Interactions[]
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| Drink. Drink and forget what you have seen
The bottle sits on your desk. Its contents are dusky gold.
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Oblivion
When you wake, the bottle is empty and your memories less complete. Someone is knocking at your cabin door – you are needed on the bridge. You take the necessary time to compose yourself. Better the crew not see.
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| Drink. Drink and forget the secrets that gnaw
Already, your hand is on the bottle's neck.
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Oblivion
You drink enough to bring a period of silent blackness, and a reprieve from the things you know. The interlude is ended by loud knocking. You are late for duty, and someone is at your door. "Are you all right, Addressed As(SpeechFormal)?"
Of course you are, you answer. Of course you are.
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| Endure this lean, cruel hour
It will pass.
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| The prey
Your doubts are hungry tonight. They seize on your past decisions one by one, worrying at each like wolves at a lamb. Sleep is impossible.
When your shift arrives, you arise haggard and unrested. You splash water on your face, and wonder what mistakes you will make today.
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| The hour passes
Questions worry at you, chasing away sleep. Later, there is a knock at your door; one of your officers is outside. "Addressed As(CapitalFormal), we need you."
Duty calls. The doubts must wait.
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| Turn once more to the bottle
It is waiting for you.
Game note: Reduce your Terror by 50, but increase your Nightmares. |
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Old reliable
You remember little. You slept, certainly. You wept, you think. You wake on the floor, a blanket tangled about your legs. Your shift is about to begin. As you make yourself ready, you try to ignore the persistent tremor in your hands.
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