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Posted by Pops on 02-25-2013 at14:24:

  Act 3 agility medium

There are a couple of errors in the "pass" text.

Ormus was sitting in a rocking chair and looking at ancient scrolls. The life of a member of the council was not easy, especially when you were tasked to perform a particularly tricky summoning.

You climber the building using your evolved claws. The evolutions allowed you to do things that no other cainite would have thought possible.
Your target was sitting behind an ancient, wooden desk. You leaped into the air, spinning. Two runic tomahawks were aimed perfectly.

The cultist lay in a pool of blood. The stronghold fell into chaos.

The pavemant cracked when you landed. Your hardened tendons could endure more than those of any other supernatural organism.
You crept into the darkness with some haste.

Ormus was sitting in a rocking chair and looking at ancient scrolls. The life of a member of the council was not easy, especially when you were tasked to perform a particularly tricky summoning.

You climber the building using your evolved claws. The evolutions allowed you to do things that no other cainite would have thought possible.
Your target was sitting behind an ancient, wooden desk. You leaped into the air, spinning. Two runic tomahawks were aimed perfectly.

The cultist lay in a pool of blood. The stronghold fell into chaos.

The pavemant cracked when you landed. Your hardened tendons could endure more than those of any other supernatural organism.
You crept into the darkness with some haste.

Here is the same passage with corrections highlighted.

Ormus was sitting in a rocking chair and looking at ancient scrolls. The life of a member of the council was not easy, especially when you were tasked to perform a particularly tricky summoning.

You climbed the building using your evolved claws. The evolutions allowed you to do things that no other cainite would have thought possible.
Your target was sitting behind an ancient, wooden desk. You leaped into the air, spinning. Two runic tomahawks were aimed perfectly.

The cultist lay in a pool of blood. The stronghold fell into chaos.

The pavement cracked when you landed. Your hardened tendons could endure more than those of any other supernatural organism.
You crept into the darkness with some haste.