| Tyrant Moth | |
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| Type | Monster |
| Stats | Health: 500 |
| Location | Ragged Crow |
Tyrant Moth is a high level beast found near the Ragged Crow Lighthouse.
Description[ | ]
The tyrant moth is a winged insect with wings the size of ship's sails. Attracted to light, it haunts the seas near the Ragged Crow Lighthouse.
Behavior[ | ]
Basic charge attack, wide range, but so long as you keep it at the edge of your range you should be fine with decent engines. Be careful if you get hit, as it hits rather hard.
Tip: Being a moth, it gets quite distracted by lights...
Game Data[ | ]
Note, these are literal values taken from game file. Auroral Megalops included for reference.
- MovementSpeed: 12 (Auroral Megalops: 16)
- RotationSpeed: 1 (Auroral Megalops: 1)
- Attacks:
- Ram06 (Range 160, Base Hull Damage 30, Warmup 16)
- Ram06Swift (Range 160, Base Hull Damage 18, Warmup 8)
Interactions[ | ]
You've destroyed a Tyrant-Moth[ | ]
It's already disintegrating into a sloughy mass, like a slick of rotting leaves.
| Name | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
| Search for jewels
There's an old story... |
Sapphires!
Blue jewels are embedded in the rotting fuselage of the moth's remains. You gather as much as you can, splashing frantically in the ship's boat, before it disintegrates altogether, and the remaining jewels are lost. |
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| Examine it before its final dissolution
Those mosaic configurations on its wings. Do they carry meaning? |
 Pages challenge (126 for 100%) |
Failed event | |
| Ask a question and you will not be answered
You look closer. For a moment, a solution trembles in the space behind your eyes, and then it collapses into helplessness. The moth is a map of the unconsenting sky. You grope for stars. You find only glimmers. Night floods in. "Captain!" your first officer is shouting. "Captain!" You blink. The moth is a smear of darkness on darker water. Nothing remains.  +11 to +20 x Fragment | |||
| Successful event | |||
| The Mirror of Scales
As it comes apart, scenes of gardens swim before you. There are other winged things depicted here: butterflies on flowers, alphabet-winged frost-moths, bees alive with red memory. A mountain rises behind them all. Light grows at its core. "Captain!" your first officer is shouting. "Captain!" You blink. The moth is a muddy swirl on the waves. +11 to +60 x Fragment |
