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<span class="mu-i">In Scrimshaw Mount, all graves are shallow. Even on the Promontory, where Nature, through the permutations of the Pattern had placed soil on the otherwise nude basalt of the Mount, the bone white stone was never more than a few feet down, commonly less than one. As such, getting graves to the standard depth of eight feet was simply not practical for those interned in the Mount's public burying grounds. But those that lived their lives and died their deaths on the Mount didn't take overmuch umbrage at their shallow graves. For both the practical and pious among them understood full well that under the panopticonical Gaze of the Patternmaker Above … <span class="mu-s">all things are shallow</span>.</span>
Your name is Chlotsuintha, and you are in the process of steeling yourself – for at this very moment, you are slowly but inexorably following two sets of Strange footprints which lead straight through the front door of the public house you right outside of. On its own, there is an inherent danger to doing something like that, but here, there are two compounding factors. The first is that while two people with Strangeness on their boots have entered the public house, no one with Strangeness on their boots has left the public house – at least, not through this door. Now, it could be that the men who made these prints have left the place already. These prints could be days only by now – in fact, for all you know, these prints could have been made at different times. Maker’s Mercy, for all you know, they might have been made by the same man. On the other hand, it is just as likely that these prints belong to two different men, that these prints are fresh … and that they are still in there.
As alarming as all of that is, it is the second compounding factor that is fraying your nerves. The footprint, visible through your Strange-Scarification Glyph, is only partial – and there are only three possible ways that you would get a partial print. If the sole of the boot was shielded, if the sole of the boot was made from an inert material, and … if the sole had been incompletely Mitigated or Remediated.
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Your name is Chlotsuintha, and you are in the process of steeling yourself – for at this very moment, you are slowly but inexorably following two sets of Strange footprints which lead straight through the front door of the public house you right outside of. On its own, there is an inherent danger to doing something like that, but here, there are two compounding factors. The first is that while two people with Strangeness on their boots have entered the public house, no one with Strangeness on their boots has left the public house – at least, not through this door. Now, it could be that the men who made these prints have left the place already. These prints could be days only by now – in fact, for all you know, these prints could have been made at different times. Maker’s Mercy, for all you know, they might have been made by the same man. On the other hand, it is just as likely that these prints belong to two different men, that these prints are fresh … and that they are still in there.
As alarming as all of that is, it is the second compounding factor that is fraying your nerves. The footprint, visible through your Strange-Scarification Glyph, is only partial – and there are only three possible ways that you would get a partial print. If the sole of the boot was shielded, if the sole of the boot was made from an inert material, and … if the sole had been incompletely Mitigated or Remediated.
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>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Eternal%20Rome
