An Exchange of Tattoos | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 192740 |
An Exchange of Tattoos is a Sunless Sea Story Event.
Story description[]
This Gaider's Mourn needlehouse is surprisingly clean by local standards. They wash their instruments at least once a day, sometimes even in hot water.
Trigger conditions[]
An Exchange of Tattoos is triggered when you do the A tryst with the Pirate-Poet action in A Truce on Neutral Ground.
Interactions[]
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Choose a face tattoo
You wear your indiscretions with pride. |
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A sentimental sting
The Pirate-Poet helps hold your head steady as the needles go to work. For you, she has chosen a symbol she translates as "life breathed into clay". Your tattoo is complete. The Pirate-Poet awaits hers. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Choose an arm tattoo
It is the zailing tradition, after all. |
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A ring of symbols
The Pirate-Poet quickly composes a short piece, to be wound around your arm and decorated as the needleman sees fit. It is a haiku style verse in the traditional Polythreme style; an ode to life, and the terrible thing that it is. Your tattoo is complete. The Pirate-Poet awaits hers. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Choose a back tattoo
It is the largest canvas you can offer her. |
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Hidden poetry
The Pirate-Poet finishes composing a short poem, handing it to the needleman to transcribe and decorate. "It is a piece I give you to wear, but not to know." She smiles. "Let us pretend mirrors do not exist." Your tattoo is complete. The Pirate-Poet awaits hers. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Refuse a tattoo
This is taking things too far. |
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You leave unmarked
The Pirate-Poet nods. Very well. No more words are needed between you. Next time you meet, it will be at zee, rivals once again. Tonight though, you simply bid each other good-night with a nod, and return to your respective ships. ![]() |
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A verse of your own poetry
It seems appropriate. |
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A memento of secrets
The Pirate-Poet approves of your choice. She closes her eyes as the tattooist fits a drill-bit and begins. If she feels any pain from his work, it doesn't show. And it is done. No more words are needed between you. Next time you meet, it will be at zee, rivals once again. Tonight, though, you simply bid each other goodnight with a nod, and part company with tattoos still raw on skin and clay. ![]() |
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A tentacle-wrapped anchor
It seems appropriate. |
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A memento of battle
The Pirate-Poet agrees with your choice. She closes her eyes as the tattooist fits a drill-bit and begins. If she feels any pain from his work, it doesn't show. And it is done. No more words are needed between you. Next time you meet, it will be at zee, rivals once again. Tonight, though, you simply bid each other goodnight with a nod, and part company with tattoos still raw on skin and clay. ![]() |
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A heart of flesh
It seems appropriate. |
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A memento of a shared night
The Pirate-Poet smiles at your choice. She closes her eyes as the tattooist fits a drill-bit and begins. If she feels any pain from his work, it doesn't show. And it is done. No more words are needed between you. Next time you meet, it will be at zee, rivals once again. Tonight, though, you simply bid each other goodnight with a nod, and part company with tattoos still raw on skin and clay. ![]() |
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An awakening eye
It seems appropriate. |
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A memento of new freedom
The Pirate-Poet respects your choice. She closes her eyes as the tattooist fits a drill-bit and begins. If she feels any pain from his work, it doesn't show. And it is done. No more words are needed between you. Next time you meet, it will be at zee, rivals once again. Tonight, though, you simply bid each other goodnight with a nod, and part company with tattoos still raw on skin and clay. ![]() |
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Your own face
It seems appropriate. |
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A memento of you
The Pirate-Poet rolls her eyes at your choice. She closes them as the tattooist fits a drill-bit and begins. If she feels any pain from his work, it doesn't show. And it is done. No more words are needed between you. Next time you meet, it will be at zee, rivals once again. Tonight, though, you simply bid each other goodnight with a nod, and part company with tattoos still raw on skin and clay. ![]() |
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No outbound links. Probably returns to port.