| A Contretemps with Corsairs | |
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| Category | Random Event |
| Type | Explore |
| Linked to |  Gaider's Mourn
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| Data ID | 148821 |
A Contretemps with Corsairs is a Sunless Sea Explore Random Event.
Trigger conditions[]
A Contretemps with Corsairs can be triggered in Gaider's Mourn by doing the following:
| Location | Requirements |
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 Something Awaits You ≥ 51 and ≤ 70
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 Veils challenge (67 for 100%)
 Terror ≥ 1
Something Awaits You ≥ 1
 50 x Echo
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Event description[]
Fights on the Mourn have a staccato quality. A careless lunge will send you plummeting to your doom. So wait, and choose your moment carefully.
Interactions[]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Unleash your Wretched Mog
Its fur is bristling. It's almost sparking. A sound like a dying storm rumbles in its throat. |
 Luck challenge ( 90% to win )
 1 x Wretched Mog
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Failed event | |
| A disappearance
Your Mog's fearless agility gives it a tremendous advantage. It leaps from pirate to pinnacle to pirate, leaving a trail of swiped eyes, bleeding scalps and multi-lingual curses. In confusion and terror, the enemy flees! ...but when the dust clears, the Mog, too, is nowhere to be found. Did it lose its footing? Or did it just decide the Mourn is more to its liking? | |||
| Successful event | |||
| A secret weapon!
Your Mog's fearless agility gives it a tremendous advantage. It leaps from pirate to pinnacle to pirate, leaving a trail of swiped eyes, bleeding scalps and multi-lingual curses. In confusion and terror, the enemy flees! The Mog returns to your shoulder, to lick your ear with a rasping tongue. Its breath smells like week-old cave-trout. | |||
| Fight!
You're good at that. |
 Iron challenge (100 for 100% )
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Failed event |
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| A situation of considerable gravity
Knives glitter in the lamp-light. Shots ring out. Zailor after zailor goes spinning away into the dark. Withdraw if you can!  -1 to -3 x Crew
+5 x Terror
That's all for now
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| Successful event | |||
| Blood on the stone
You smash a wiry villain to the ground, trip over an incoming blade, leap to a neighbouring perch and send its occupant down the long, long way to the waters below. Your shipmates dispatch another two with well-flung rocks. The others flee, leaving one corpse for you to loot. Well, it's the law of the zee. +11 to +30 x Echo
That's all for now
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| Flee...
The better part of valour is discretion. The better part of discretion is not falling off a high cliff into a rock-fanged sea. |
Veils challenge (84 for 100%)
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Failed event | |
| Not unscathed
One pulse-pounding chase through the shanties of Gaider's Mourn later, you finally evade pursuit. You count heads. One short. -1 x Crew
+5 x Terror
That's all for now
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| Successful event | |||
| Away into the darkness
You plunge through a washing-line, clatter down an flight of unsteady wooden stairs, cut across the fish-market, and duck through a colonnade of faceless statues. Your pursuers are gaining on you until the statues... and then they drop back. Disconcerting. But they're gone. +3 x Terror
That's all for now
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