| The Wildweald Court | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Linked to | Sovereign Island |
The Wildweald Court is a Sunless Sea Story Event.
Overview[ | ]
The Wildweald Court is located on 
Sovereign Island in the 
Empire of Hands. From here, you can access:
The Silent Gallery where you can gain information and undertake missions to assist The Zeppelin Under Construction.- The Chandler of Souls where you can sell your soul with varying degrees of success.
- A Civilised Exchange of Gifts allows you to exchange goods for Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
- The Not-So Delightful Adventuress will appear once you've resolved events on Fountainhead Island
The Wildweald Court[ | ]
Trigger conditions[ | ]
The Wildweald Court is triggered by choosing to Accept the commission or Refuse the commission during An Audience with the Emperor on Sovereign Island in the Empire of Hands, or by choosing to Travel to Wildweald Court while Zailing the Empire of Hands.
Story description[ | ]
"A cacophony of Pentecost apes swings across ropes and ceiling beams in a cramped sea of sweat and malice. All are locked in an endless feud for souls and status, with scarce few having much else to call their own."
Interactions[ | ]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| A Visitor in Court
Your wanderings bring you to the cramped laboratory of the Imperial Alchemist, wreathed in the smells of honey, wax and lacre. |
A palace of avarice You can feel the eyes on you as you slowly trudge around court on your inefficient human legs, constantly being pinched and poked and having your pockets picked. There is no shame in it for the apes, not even the one you catch in the act. It just spits in your face and scampers off making rude gestures. A pair of mandarins shake their heads at their low-souled brethren, for their lack of ambition as much as anything else.  -2 x Echo
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| A mob of monkeys Just getting around is almost impossible. Three high-souled monkeys fight over which has the most stylish wig. A stampede breaks out when a merchant stall collapses and all descend to take advantage. Two mandarins come to blows over a particularly valuable soul. The screeching chaos is unbearable. You retreat to a quiet corner, or at least as quiet as you can find. | |||
 Something Awaits You ≥ 1 and ≤ 10
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A tiny revenge Rocks fly and sticks strike at the unfortunate servant monkey in the bat suit, its shrieks of pain soon drowned out by the hate of the mob. Would it be worth pointing out that the Masters of the Bazaar are not the masters of London? No. Definitely not. For a moment they have a focus for their rage, at being trapped and mocked from abroad. One of them even produces a can of fuel, lighting both the bat and a good part of the roof ablaze. The show ends as the fires are extinguished. The beaten, singed monkey from inside the costume is dragged away amidst a cacophony of jeering laughter. |
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Something Awaits You ≥ 11 and ≤ 20
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A feeding frenzy! A newly five-souled ape trembles in the spotlight, surrounded by ranks of jeering, mocking monkeys throwing vicious abuse and the occasional rock. Its humiliations have been going on for a while by the time you arrive, the latest of them being publicly shaved as proof of commitment. As you watch from the corner, it plunges its head into a large bowl of... oh, how it wishes it was water... until its breath fails, only to be held under until the thrashing ends. Only then is it allowed to slump to the straw; limp, unconscious. The crowd turns to the three mandarins whose decision is final. They turn their backs. The unfortunate ape's carcass is dragged away, as another steps forward to try its luck. |
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Something Awaits You ≥ 21 and ≤ 40
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Experiments in souls He dips them one at a time in a bowl of lacre; neath-snow. They fizzle in the frozen sorrow, something beyond a scream cutting the air. "No good," mutters the Alchemist, discarding what remains. "No good at all." He kicks the rest of the crate. "Worthless. All worthless..." Well. If he has no need for them... |
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| The alchemy of souls The Alchemist arranges a set of souls on a shelf. In Fallen London, it is believed that Pentecost apes thirst for any. For the savage unsouled, that is true. Once uplifted however, their attentions soon turn to finding the right souls, both individually and as a mix. There is no greater honour for an Emperor than to be entombed with their souls unreclaimed. It is a declaration that none other could hope to do as much with them. Of course, what they see as uplifting could be simple copying, nothing more. To suggest that here however is considered highest heresy, for it implies the Emperor fit to rule on merely his own merits. Unthinkable! | |||
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Echo ≤ 24
Something Awaits You ≥ 41 and ≤ 60
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An epic duel to the humiliation When monkeys duel, every surface becomes part of the fight. They climb the walls, hang from the ceilings, charge through the cheering crowd with no care for who or what their rapiers may cut and slice. Death is not the goal. For the loser to forever remember this day and this defeat with burning shame is reward enough. Bets are taken. Unfortunately you have insufficient resources to take part, much to the disgust of the nearby monkeys. It is still an exciting show though, ending only when the loser, wounded, is dragged away to be shaved and made to forfeit a soul as the winner's trophy. |
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Something Awaits You ≥ 41 and ≤ 60
25 x Echo
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An epic battle to the humiliation! When monkeys duel, every surface becomes part of the fight. They climb the walls, hang from the ceilings, charge through the cheering crowd with no care for who or what their rapiers may cut and slice. Death is not the goal. For the loser to forever remember this day and this defeat with burning shame is reward enough. Bets are taken. You place yours. Poorly, it turns out. As the losing monkey is taken to be shaved and at least one soul forfeited, you pay up. |
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| Rare event (50%) | |||
| An epic battle to the humiliation! When monkeys duel, every surface becomes part of the fight. They climb the walls, hang from the ceilings, charge through the cheering crowd with no care for who or what their rapiers may cut and slice. Death is not the goal. For the loser to forever remember this day and this defeat with burning shame is reward enough. Bets are taken. You place yours. Victory! As the losing monkey is taken to be shaved and at least one soul forfeited, you collect your winnings. | |||
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Something Awaits You ≥ 61 and ≤ 80
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Disorder in the court What is the guilty party accused of? It hardly matters. He and the judge are in a screaming match that has the whole court pounding every surface in a drumbeat of approval. As you watch, the Judge throws not the book at him, but the gavel. And his chair. Then leaps down with a screech and starts tearing at him with his teeth while the monkeys whoop with fevered excitement. By the end of the fight, everyone seems to have lost interest in what the case was about in the first place, and the judge and defendant are last seen hobbling off together. They leave behind a destroyed courtroom, and a thoroughly contented crowd. |
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| Twelve ecstatic monkeys The accused shakes in the dock as the judge, a mandarin in a wig dirty enough for the fleas to have abandoned it, slams down the little statue that is as close as he has to a gavel. "The sentence!" he yelps. "The guilty will be taken from this place, sssh, and flayed... flayed!... with the shell of a crab, sssh, and all souls forfeit in the name of the Great Emperor! Unless! Unless this miserable wretch should have anything to say in his defense, yes?" In this court, sentencing comes first. 'Defence' is merely a chance to whittle it down. Or is, when the guilty's advisor has not just winked at the audience and poured a stealthy sachet of mutersalt into his water... | |||
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Something Awaits You ≥ 81 and ≤ 100
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A creator of maps The Cartographer painstakingly draws one of the Empire's islands onto a parchment treated to look ancient. He explains his art freely, glad for a moment's recognition. Since the quarantine and trade embargo, the Empire's best way to lure visitors has been to seed the Unterzee with tales of lost treasure. Maps, primarily, just cryptic enough that they feel they have achieved something by their search. Then, while they poke about in the forests, both their souls and ships are- He stops. He's said too much. Is there treasure buried though? Oh yes, he almost snaps, continuing to encode a series of directions into a recipe of some sort. If word spread that there was not, why would you fools continue to brave the voyage? |
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| A collector of maps The monkeys have long sought to escape their island prison. It is the Imperial Cartographer's job to prepare for their success - a task hardly made easier by the regular Alterations of the Unterzee. Maps of every configuration are spread out over his walls, in the forlorn hope that their consistencies will provide a measure of clarity. This would be more likely if not for his habit of idly filling gaps by pencilling in variably obscene doodles, on the grounds that his seniors will never be able to call his bluff. | |||
| The Silent Gallery While the Emperor sleeps and feasts, the Exquisite Seneschal co-ordinates the Great Exodus. |
You are granted permission to enter The silence is a pleasant slap to the face, sweetly scented with incense. Inside, the Exquisite Seneschal moves between clusters of mandarins in their yellow and red robes, using her experience to not so much give orders as offer 'advice' on what the Emperor would wish.
 The Silent Gallery
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| You are granted permission to enter The silence is a pleasant slap to the face, sweetly scented with incense. Inside, the Exquisite Seneschal deals with the many demands and complaints of the court.
The Silent Gallery
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| The Chandler of Souls Your rising status in Court has inspired assorted parties to enquire about your willingness to... meet. |
Trust is not a courtly virtue The Chandler will however be pleased to act as your intermediary to ensure fair play on both sides of the transaction.
The Chandler of Souls
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| Trade with the Wildweald Court Trading? No. It is not trading. However, should you have 'gifts' of a certain nature... |
The keeping of appearances A small group of powder-faced apes in the red-trimmed robes of court mandarins invite you into a quiet cushioned room. Drinks and honey cakes are served, and business carefully not discussed. After a while however, the charade gives way to polite expectation.
A Civilised Exchange of Gifts
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| The Delightful Adventuress She stands fuming, her head and hands locked tight in a pillory near the centre of the palace. |
She glares at you with the purest hate The honourable thing would be to take the high moral ground and not enjoy this at all.
 The Not-So Delightful Adventuress
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| She glares as you approach "Do not even think about it, darling," she spits. "When I return to London, there shall be a reckoning! My friends in the Admiralty will not stand for this, mark my - " Oh look. A monkey selling rotten vegetables.
The Not-So Delightful Adventuress
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| Gather Strategic Information for the Admiralty This is a rare opportunity to peer into the heart of the Empire. |
 Objective: An Admiralty Commission = 15 [Retrieve Strategic Information from the Empire of Hands, far to the East]
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The Emperor seethes in silence The Zeppelin is what has the Penties' full attention right now. However, dark murmurs not intended for your ears speak of unfinished business before the Exodus - of a weapon the Emperor intends to deploy against its greatest foes.  +1 x Strategic Information
Objective: An Admiralty Commission = 0 [No Current Commission]
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| Leave the Court The rest of the Empire of Hands awaits. As does a much needed breath of fresh air. |
Back to Port Stanton There is only a short wait for a rowboat.
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The Silent Gallery[ | ]
| The Silent Gallery | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Data ID | 176492 |
Story description[ | ]
"The Exquisite Seneschal attends her Emperor's needs, handling the chaotic administration of the Court."
Trigger conditions[ | ]
This is one of the locations you can visit from 
The Wildweald Court.
Interactions[ | ]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Ask for help translating the Vault inscriptions The Exquisite Seneschal often finds herself looking to the past for assistance. She may have an idea. |
 Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status ≥ 30
 A Frozen Drop of Red Honey = 0
 Empire of Hands: Delightful Archeology ≥ 15 and ≤ 29
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A chip of the past The Exquisite Seneschal looks around cautiously, and bids you follow her into a small room behind the Emperor's throne. She fishes for a small wooden box, and from it produces what looks like a shard of salt, the glimmer of red honey inside. "The memory of an architect, long dead. They were scribes also. This is not like the honey you may know. It is frozen. Saved. Let it melt into your tongue. Should anybody see you, it will be said you stole it." She glares. "From the Emperor." |
Available when you're exploring The Vault of the First Emperor on Fountainhead Island |
| A Plan: Fuel for the Zeppelin The Exquisite Seneschal looks for a trusted agent to establish a relationship with the Iron Republic. |
A deal with the devils The Exquisite Seneschal provides you with a signed contract in a language it is unlikely any human can read. If you take it to the Iron Republic, they will provide you with Hydrogen. It will take several trips to fully supply the Zeppelin, but there will be no charge. |
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| A Plan: Supplies for the Zeppelin The Exquisite Seneschal may have an unpalatable way of gathering supplies, but only for a trusted friend. |
A final meal The cannibal pirates of Hearthsake Island have long been a thorn in the Empire's paw. With a few little drops of this vial, you could deal with them for good. Their supplies would be very welcome for the voyage. |
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| Report the Zeppelin's completion Everything is ready. It is time to tell the Emperor. |
The Exquisite Seneschal summons the court The Silent Gallery fills with excited Pentecost apes of every status, the air buzzing despite both threats and their best efforts. Empire of Hands: Monkey Business = 50
Triggers event: An Audience with the Emperor
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| Gain the Emperor's Favour Steal the Zeppelin? Now there's an idea. A shame it is so well guarded. You would need to get behind him if you want to stab him in the back. |
An offer is made The Exquisite Seneschal bows politely. You have done quite enough for the Court, she assures you. None could possibly ask for a finer friend to- "The human may... approach." The Seneschal's powdered face turns a shade paler.  Empire of Hands: Monkey Emperor's Favour = 1 [The Monkey Emperor's price is high, but if you want to steal his prize...]
Triggers event: An Audience with the Emperor
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| A Destination: Past the Uttermost Edge Before the Zeppelin can depart, the monkeys must agree on a destination. Suggest they head East. |
 1 x Zee-ztory
Empire of Hands: Monkey Business ≥ 50 and ≤ 69
Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status ≥ 40
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Uncharted zee! Who knows what lies beyond the darkness? The Pentecost apes would not simply be explorers, but pioneers - the first known travellers, out in darknesses where none have even heard of humans! Probably! It's not a tale you can tell with any real conviction, but it boosts their ego. As you leave, they are already arguing over the wardrobe that they will need to give the best impression on their future friends and slaves.  +25 x Fragment
Empire of Hands: Monkey Business = 70
-1 x Zee-ztory
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| A Destination: The Elder Continent Before the Zeppelin can depart, the monkeys must agree on a destination. Suggest they head South. |
Empire of Hands: Monkey Business ≥ 50 and ≤ 69
 1 x Tale of Terror!!
Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status ≥ 40
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Endless adventure! Just think of it! The Elder Continent, in all its wonder and majesty! There, a monkey can be free... to build, to farm, to swing in the trees that at least they know are there and almost certainly don't bite. You're filling their heads with third-hand stories - myths and nonsense - but they drink it up. As you leave, they are already arguing about which legendary creatures sound the most delicious. Empire of Hands: Monkey Business = 71
-1 x Tale of Terror!!
+25 x Fragment
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| Take your place in the Great Exodus The Emperor promised that you would join him. |
Empire of Hands: Monkey Emperor's Favour ≥ 2 [Your ticket on board the Empire of Hands' Zeppelin. Hopefully it was worth it.]
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A sharp vision of the future Yes. Yes, you can see it now. Boarding the Soaring Glory, filled with excitement. Then, rifles in your face. The rest of the journey a captive, and on the other side, a slave. You cannot be sure, of course. It seems unlikely though that the Emperor would actually make such a serious exception in his burning hatred for humanity. Still, he does have to keep face, for now. You could use his Favour to board and steal the Zeppelin, and remain master of your own destiny. A far more tempting proposition... |
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| Return to the Court The Exquisite Seneschal has work to be getting on with. |
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You return to the chaos outside You could live here all your life and never get used to the noise and smell. The prospect is not a tempting one.
The Wildweald Court
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The Chandler of Souls[ | ]
Story description[ | ]
"High-souled apes prize quality over quantity, seeking beneficial spiritual alchemy. The Chandler lacks the finesse of devils, but he assures you that this is not a problem. Your soul is his concern, your comfort is not."
Trigger conditions[ | ]
This is one of the locations you can visit from The Wildweald Court if you're not Soulless.
Interactions[ | ]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Sell to the Mayor of Port Stanton With it, he will have the five souls needed to petition for membership of the Court. |
The arrangements are made The devils call it Abstraction. It is said to be a beautiful ceremony. The methods of the Pentecost apes are rather more functional. At least for this quality of soul. You are led into a small room and ordered, not asked, to disrobe. You permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. Your head is locked forwards, unable to turn to see what is causing the screeching sounds of metal on rust. Something cold pricks your back. An ether-soaked rag is pressed against your mouth. Later, you awaken bruised, with a headache and feeling of loss. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. +175 x Echo
 Menaces: Soulless = 1
 Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 5
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| Sell to the Ambitious Page She will likely not keep it for longer than it takes to trade up. For now though, it serves her purposes. |
The arrangements are made You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few degrees or sharp edges from being a torture device. The Chandler assures you that you have nothing to worry about, before welcoming in not simply the Page, as agreed, but group of young Pentecost apes hoping to be his latest apprentice. Who amongst them knows why ether is involved, he asks, allowing the eldest to do the honours. She looks at you. She looks at the bottle of ether. She looks at the rag. She grins. And she pushes it, bone-dry, into your mouth. The answer, it turns out, involves screaming. Much. Later, you awaken under rags, aching, with a strange feeling of loss. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. The Chandler of Souls has your payment. He returns his cut, less in apology than in the hope that you will remain quiet. +500 x Echo
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 6
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| Sell to the Veiled Concubine She seeks uplifting from the servant classes to the low-aristocracy. |
The arrangements are made In her incense-perfumed chamber in a quiet corner of the palace, the Veiled Concubine awaits. She bids you to disrobe and lie face-down on a bed of cushions, where she rubs relaxing scented oils into your back. Her furred fingers massage away tensions so deep as to be in your bones. It is not long before you slip peacefully, content, into a sleep deeper than the zee itself. Too soon, for it would always have been too soon, you awaken in a bed of silks. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.  -10 x Terror
+850 x Echo
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 7
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| Sell to the Monkey Baronet There is something in your eyes he approves of. He wishes to see if he can replicate it in his own polished-silver mirror. |
The arrangements are made You are the guest of honour at an evening soiree, where he and fellow high-souled apes all but dote on your stories of the zee. Under its quarantine, residents of the Empire of Hands have no choice but to smuggle themselves any real distance, and that is hardly a journey for a high-souled ape. Do you not agree? The apes prove surprisingly fine company, the wine and opiates flowing free. Souls are not even discussed once, not even when the last guest has gone and it is time for business to be concluded. Your host waits for you to drain your glass of both wine and drugs, catching you easily as you slump in your chair. You awaken on a couch under a blanket, your clothes on a nearby chair - freshly washed, pressed and awaiting your departure. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.  -25 x Hunger
+1000 x Echo
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 8
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| A gift for the Emperor If it pleases him to accept, of course. |
The arrangements are made You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out. You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. It is not flattering. Your gift will grudgingly be placed with the Emperor's treasures, as politeness demands, but you are asked to only send gifts appropriate to his stature in future. -5 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 9
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| The arrangements are made You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out. You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. She thanks you on behalf of her Emperor for your gift, and hopes you will accept this token of gratitude. +10 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 9
 +1 x A Casket of Sapphires
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status = 10 - 40
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The arrangements are made You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out. You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. He thanks you on behalf of his Emperor for such a fine gift, and hopes you will accept this token of gratitude. +10 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 9
+5 x A Casket of Sapphires
 +5 x Drowning-Pearl
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| The arrangements are made You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out. You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. He thanks you on behalf of his Emperor for such a fine gift, and hopes you will accept this token of gratitude.  +1 x Ray-Drenched Cinder
+10 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 9
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status = 41 - 50
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The arrangements are made You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out. You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written by the Exquisite Seneschal, but signed by the Emperor's own hand. He thanks you for such a fine gift, and hopes that you will accept this as a token and demonstration of the Empire of Hands' gratitude. +5 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 9
+10 x A Casket of Sapphires
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| The arrangements are made You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out. You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth. As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written by the Exquisite Seneschal, but signed by the Emperor's own hand. He thanks you for such a fine gift, and hopes that you will accept this as a token and demonstration of the Empire of Hands' gratitude. +1 x Ray-Drenched Cinder
+10 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Menaces: Soulless = 1
Empire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 9
+2 x A Casket of Sapphires
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| No sale. Not for now. Whether the offers are insufficient or you simply thought twice, you'll be keeping your soul. |
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The Chandler of Souls bows Should you change your mind, he is here.
The Wildweald Court
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A Civilised Exchange of Gifts[ | ]
| A Civilised Exchange of Gifts | |
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| Linked to |  Empire of Hands
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| Data ID | 178092 |
Story description[ | ]
"It is unlikely that the Admiralty itself would consider this a mere bending of the rules, but it provides a veneer of respectability that the mandarins crave."
Trigger conditions[ | ]
This is one of the locations you can visit from The Wildweald Court.
Interactions[ | ]
Note: Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status is currently capped at 50, so beyond this point the only gain will be the monetary one.
| Interaction | Unlocked by | Effects | Notes |
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| A gift of souls Pentecost apes can't get enough of souls. If there is one thing everyone knows about them, it's that. And where you're from, you can buy them by the crate. |
The air turns cold Wholesale souls? Do you take them for savages? Devils? Your pitiful charity is utterly rejected, with a slam of clenched paw on table. Outside these walls, yes, their brethren may thirst for any random soul. Inside however only the finest alchemy will suffice - refined, distilled, perfected. How dare you think anything else? No! Take your tuppence-a-soul rejects and begone! -7 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| A gift of red honey It is so hard to come by, muses the mandarin idly fondling a pot of rare Violant Ink. A pity. The Exquisite Seneschal is known to have uses for it. |
A deliberate accident Did you pick up the Pot of Violant Ink instead of the honey you were showing to him? How clumsy! At least you have the perfect substance should you feel the urge to write a polite apology note at some later date. |
A very poor deal unless you need the Violant Ink desperately - usually it's better to either go for quest that gives it, or wait for the random shop in the Khanate to buy it for 77 x Echo, as Red Honey is worth about 1000 x Echo by itself in the right places. | |
| A gift of cinders A mandarin grants you a glimpse of a Judgements' Egg. Very rare. Most prized. Almost as much as the Cinders traded only between the highest of high-souled apes. |
A most unfortunate distraction A Judgements' Egg is a soul of a sort, though not one even the Pentecost apes would try to absorb. Strangely, as you show the mandarin your cinder and she shows you her egg, she is called away by an unheard voice. How strange. You had better hold onto this. For safe-keeping, of course. +1 x Judgements' Egg
-1 x Ray-Drenched Cinder
+5 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
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Use only if you require Eggs desperately - as the Ray-Drenched Cinder is rarer and more valuabe. | |
| A gift of wine The berries of the Empire of Hands make a bitter wine, apologises the mandarin. They were always such a treat, the vintages of London. Before the unpleasantness. |
A libation is poured The Empire of Hands does however brew a most fine coffee, muses the mandarin. It looks a little like the kind you would find back home. It smells like it. It tastes utterly indistinguishable. Pure coincidence, he declares, gesturing for more. |
A good deal - Wine is worth 21-24 echo, and Coffee is worth 38-44 echo. | |
| A gift of prisoner's honey This far East, it is so hard to come by, say the mandarins. Then they sigh, as one. Is it so wrong, they ask, to seek a brief escape into dream now and again? |
A monkey is introduced, with the soul of a poet Ordinarily, that is not meant quite so literally. His words alone transport you into another world, through a veil of sad tears and out into a reality that feels somewhat warmer. At the mandarin's nod, he leaves signed copies of his work behind. A gift, for one of a land where such stories are prized and properly appreciated. |
A good deal - Honey is worth 26 echo, Romantic Literature is worth 19-22 echo. Mind the revenue men though. Unless it's for the venturer, you do not want to land with this (and SAY of 1-30) in London. | |
| With apologies, no gifts today You do not have anything worthy of such company. Or at least, that is the lie it feels safest to tell them. |
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The mandarins bow, stiffly and pointedly It was, they do not feel the need to say, their pleasure.
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The Not-So Delightful Adventuress[ | ]
| The Not-So Delightful Adventuress | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Linked to | Empire of Hands The Wildweald Court |
| Data ID | 176494 |
Story description[ | ]
"Barnabas stoically stands by his seething mistress, ensuring the monkeys do not take their fun too far. His bruised loyalty does not however stretch to interfering with the opportunistic monkey selling ammunition."
Trigger conditions[ | ]
Accessible from The Wildweald Court
Interactions[ | ]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Buy a tomato Heavy and squishy, in just the right stages of rot. Juices drip down your hand as you squeeze its soft skin. |
Failed event | ||
| A complete miss! The rotten tomato flies wild, splattering against the wall. The monkeys howl in disappointment. The Delightful Adventuress' lips curl in a sneer of contempt. -10 x Echo
-2 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| Rare failed event (10%) | |||
| A classic miss! The rotten tomato flies wild, missing the Delightful Adventuress but splattering hard into the face of passing mandarin. The shrieks of shock and outrage from his once-perfectly powdered lips leave the monkeys screaming with laughter. +10 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
-10 x Echo
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| Successful event | |||
| A direct hit! The rotten tomato splatters into the Delightful Adventuress' face, dripping from her hair and chin as she splutters incoherent rage. The monkeys cheer wildly. +5 x Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status
-10 x Echo
Triggers event: The Wildweald Court
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| Decline the opportunity That is a revenge for monkeys. You are better than that. Or more fiscally responsible, at least. |
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You leave the Delightful Adventuress to her fate It is doubtful that she will be here for long. Theft is not a huge crime to the monkeys, particularly when they got their share anyway. They will most likely free her as soon as her outrage ceases amusing them. Of course, this far East she will be waiting a long time for another ship to take her back to Fallen London.
The Wildweald Court
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