Auroral Rupture | |
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Category | Random Event |
Type | Explore |
Linked to | Port Cecil |
Data ID | 138512 |
Auroral Rupture is a Sunless Sea Explore Random Event.
Trigger conditions[]
Auroral Rupture can be triggered in Port Cecil by doing the following:
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Event description[]
A light grows in the far south-west. It begins like a distant bonfire, but very rapidly, it becomes brighter, brighter. It looks remarkably like sunrise. Some of your crew fall to their knees: others duck behind cover or shield their eyes. One cries, "Dawn Machine waking!"
Interactions[]
Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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Take cover
Keep your eyes on the ground. This is something uncanny. |
Safety in darkness
Light sheets over you. Your hair crackles as if a storm were rising. You squint your eyes shut, but the radiance around you is bright enough that you see the pink of your eyelids... The light fades, suddenly. Men and women cry out, curse. One weeps.
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Look around you, but not directly at the light
Anything like sunlight is rare, down here. What will you see? |
All the colours
All the colours rise in the rocks, the water, the crystal veins of the roof. The Unterzee is a rich grassy emerald: the faces of your crew flash clear and and strong. You have seen nothing like it since you left the Surface. In this place, it is utterly wrong. The light fades, suddenly. Men and women cry out, curse. One weeps.
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Look into the light
Curiosity is deadlier than any number of sharks. |
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Failed event | |
A stolen dawn
The radiance to the south-west is white-gold like a Surface morning. There is warmth on your face. Your eyes water. Your skin stings and tingles. Something is very wrong here. The light fades, suddenly. Men and women cry out, curse. One weeps.
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Successful event | |||
The radiance to the south-west is white-gold like a Surface morning. There is warmth on your face. Your eyes water. Your skin stings and tingles. You catch a glimpse of geometries in the heart of it - complex faceted shapes that reconfigure like the wheels of an orrery -
The light fades, suddenly. Men and women cry out, curse. One weeps.
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Planned interactions[]
Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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Veils |
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Carnelian Exile |
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Game note: This is not available in the current build. |