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Avernus (Gazetteer)
SS Locations Avernus.png
Located in SS sunsetgaz.png The Surface
Ports No
Shops No
Shipyard No
Data ID 152263

Avernus is a little blue lake in SS sunsetgaz.png The Surface that connects the SS Locations Cumaean Canal Staging Area.png Cumaean Canal Staging Area to SS Locations Naples.png Naples.

Port description[]

"The sun beats down like rain. Occasionally, the rain beats down like rain."

Port interactions[]

SS Interactions Avernus.png Avernus[]

Port description[]

"The Canal emerges in the little lake called Avernus. A warm breeze ruffles blue waters. You and your crew shelter like vampires from the light, with awnings, curtains, broad-brimmed hats. Poplars, birdsong, the warmth of the Campanian sun."


Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Fill your Mirrorcatch Box

Open it wide. Let it bask in the light, until its baffles and convolutions brim with sun.

Snap it shut

The box will remain filled with light until it's opened. even underground. They do it with mirrors.

To Naples

The very last stretch of the Canal runs overland to the bay by Bacoli. Then it's an easy run down the Tyrrhenian coast into Naples.

Green and gold

The trees are the dusty green of old jade: the hills, tawny as a lion. You are pale as milk, all of you. The crew splash in the canal, whenever they can, to cool themselves after the heat of the sun. "It's not right up here," your bo'sun confides. "I keep thinking I'm going to fall off up, like. But it calms the heart to look at, don't it?"

Game note: The Surface is restful, but your crew may die here. The longer you spend up here, the more may die. This includes you.
Rare event (50%)
Farms and fantasies

In the vast expanse of the Surface, without familiar echoes, your engine sounds strangely quiet. Your crew watches the white-walled farm-houses slip by. "I could live there," one muses. "Over there. Grow olives or something. Raise a family. Ooh, I come over a bit funny. Just going to sit down a moment." He collapses to the deck: his eyes roll back in his head, and a last long sighing breath goes out of him.

Return Below

The sky is blue-hot metal. Cicadas buzz like a headache. This is no place for an honest zailor.

Silver-green safety

Down into the dark and the quiet. No birdsong, no Surface wars, no raucous peasants. Still water, the glint of eyes.

Game note: You will need ten Fuel and two Supplies to return below. If you have insufficient, you will be trapped here on the Surface.
End your journey

Ill luck or incaution has brought you to this. Your ship is stranded.

A brief paradise

You beach your steamer on the shores of Avernus. You and your crew are filled with the strange life of the Neath - the Sun will kill you, some day. How long? A day, a year? Ten years? Perhaps you'll farm in the shadow of the ship. Perhaps your children will point to its rusting shell and whisper, "That's where we came from. One day we'll go back."

    Lose the game!
The ship is empty

Where are you, all of you?

Scorched by the sun

Deserted or dead. Gone into the crowds. Slumped over the rail, your Neath-adapted life cindered by the true Sun. Drowned. Gone.

Ports Abbey RockAdam's WayAestivalAigulAntheAvid HorizonChapel of LightsChelonateCodexCumaean Canal Staging AreaDahutDemeaux IslandEmpire of HandsFallen LondonThe Fathomking's HoldFrostfoundGaider's MournGant PoleGodfallGrand GeodeHideawayHunter's KeepIremIron RepublicIsle of CatsKhan's GloryKhan's HeartKhan's ShadowKingeater's CastleLow BarnetMangrove CollegeMount PalmerstonMutton IslandNookNuncioPigmote IslePolythremePort CarnelianPort CecilRosegateSalt LionsScrimshanderShepherd IslesStation IIIThe UndercrowThe UttershroomVarchasVenderbightVisageWhitherWisdomWrack
Places of Interest An Abyss...The Admiralty Survey OfficeAvernusThe Brass EmbassyDawn MachineDrydockThe EyeThe Forgotten QuarterThe House of the QuestionLight-ShipNaplesQuaker's HavenRoser's WharfSurfaceThe UniversityViennaWolfstack DocksThe Wreck of the NocturneYour Lodgings
Characters Blind BruiserMerchant VenturerThe Dark-Spectacled AdmiralThe FathomkingThe First Curator