As you are still pondering the means of ascending the Clock Tree, an amiable voice calls out from above:
>>5693143You see the impeccably dressed stage magician, Thelemy Maskelyne, peacock prancing along the vertiginous edge of a dais just below the Clock Tower Upper Chamber rafters.
QM: This map
>>5710574 is directly above this map
>>5710580Amidst the grinding cogwheels, Thelemy laughs in a carefree, cheerful voice:
-Too late, Madame Blackwood! You should really not dally, you know. I simply descended from above, the very latest paravane, tethered and released from a dirigible kytoon. It was a very graceful glide down. Technology always triumphs over the natives! You should try it some day. Then again, The Theosophical Society could never shed its beleaguered and outdated ways. Now I guess that means this wondrous machine belongs to... well, Me! I suppose - ?
>Try to beseech Thelemy Maskelyne: this is not the time for a feud between the Theosophical Society and the Phorcensis Circle! This machine is overrun by warmongering barbed wire torture-cultists! You can quarrel amongst each other afterwards, now help us up there!>Something about the magician's sudden appearance strikes you as very sinister indeed. Without hesitating, draw the Galand revolver (2/6) - aim and shoot him in the face immediately>roll 2d6; succeed if 2nd result strictly greater than 1stYou need to fire everything at him. Draw both the Borchardt Pistol (4/8) and the Galand Revolver (2/6), and unleash a hail of gunfire at Maskelyne
>roll 8d6Fire the SMLE rifle
>roll 1d6 (in this instance, only one shot with this, bolt-action)(QM: Unfortunately, the flamethrower cannot reach the vertical distance upwards to the Clock Tower Upper Chamber)
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