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| rdfs:comment | - From: [[]] Perhaps the cold zee holds the secret. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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| Failure description | - […]That evening the Bishop sits before of you and rubs the sore, pink skin where only that morning he kept his eyebrows. 'When given the gift of a cow-sized, fire-spitting lobster, it is considered churlish not to say thank you. So thank you.' […]
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| Success description | - […] 'What we got […] was a giant fire-spitting lobster. And anyone who can't think up a use for a giant fire-spitting lobster—or, more pertinently, for a thousand of them—has no damn business in the clergy. Bloody good work. Bloody good work.'[…]
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| Failure summary | - A little more discipline, and these fiery darlings could make up a regiment. Meanwhile, though, an encounter with one needs to be followed by a steadying drink. Or ten. My, the Bishop knows some juicy secrets.
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| Description | - Perhaps the cold zee holds the secret.
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| Success summary | - The Bishop is pleased with his nephropidian flamethrowers. He extols you to keep up your work for the good fight - and presents you with a harrowing book on the Fourteenth Crusade.
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| abstract | - From: [[]] Perhaps the cold zee holds the secret. [Find the rest of the story at ]
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