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The Scrimshaw Chronicler
SS passerbygaz.png
Category Story Event
Type Story
Linked to SS Locations The Chelonate.png The Chelonate
Data ID 194381

The Scrimshaw Chronicler is a Sunless Sea Story Event.

Trigger conditions[]

The Scrimshaw Chronicler is triggered by choosing the "Tales for the Bone!" action in SS Locations The Chelonate.png The Chelonate, and having SS harpoonsmall.png Memoirs: Glory's Bones = 0.

Story description[]

A scrawny man squats beneath an awning of gant-coloured whale-skin. "Bring me your tales!" he cries. "Tales for the bone!"

Interactions[]

The Scrimshaw Chronicler an event at The Chelonate, related to the Scrimshaw Chronicler character, who prompts investigation of the backstory of the Chelonate as well as offering Outlandish Artefact in exchange for Hunting-Trophy and Supplies.

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Bring him a tale

See what wonders he can work.

The bones of the matter

Whistling, the Chronicler does his work. With a flourish, he returns you a beautifully engraved piece of bone. "A good tale," he concedes. "Good enough."

He leans closer. "You're a zee-captain, aren't you? Bring me a tale worthy of the bone, and I'll shape something worthy of you. I've long sought the tale of the Glory's end - Glory's what we call this beast." He gestures around you, at the turtle's shell. "None still live from those days when we slew her. But the saying is: the tale still lives on history's beach. Bring me that tale, zee-captain. Please."

Glory's death "on history's beach" is numerically equal to 1, but they chose to set it to some odd name instead.

Game note: Pay the Chronicler to inscribe a Zee-Ztory on to a Hunting-Trophy, and you'll receive an Outlandish Artefact.

Bring him a tale

"You have one?"

A gentle reminder

"No sign of the tale of Glory's End, captain? Remember: it still lives on the beach where history comes to rest, or so they say."

Note: The turn in appears to be bugged and does not show that a Zee-ztory is required. If you have no Zee-ztories, you can still do the turn in.

Game note: Pay the Chronicler to inscribe a Zee-Ztory on to a Hunting-Trophy, and you'll receive an Outlandish Artefact.

Bring him a tale

"As you will. Let's do what we must."

A little ball of nightmare

Handle the thing, and it breathes despair. Someone in London would purchase it, no doubt. Give it to a child as an ill-thought-through Christmas present. In later years, the child will say: "I always hated scrimshaw. I used to dream of drowning."

Game note: Pay the Chronicler to inscribe a Zee-Ztory on to a Hunting-Trophy, and you'll receive an Outlandish Artefact.
Bring him a tale

"My friend, my friend! I fear all our tales will be mere epilogues to Glory's end, now. But I'll do what I can for you, gratis."

The Chronicler's proverbs

"The bone bears all tales, my friend. It is the road that runs beneath the skin, and we follow it to the heart, where only blood is salt." This is the kind of thing that Chelonites say when they're happy.

Game note: Pay the Chronicler to inscribe a Zee-Ztory on to a Hunting-Trophy, and you'll receive an Outlandish Artefact.
Tell him the truth

His ancestors never slew the Glory. She died, years - who knows how many - before they ever came.

A sharp snap

He was holding a whale-rib - it's snapped in two. He looks up. "We're tomb-robbers," he says flatly. "We're trespassers in a graveyard. Who can I tell? I can't tell anyone."

Unlocks the option "Let me come with you."
"Let me come with you."

"I'm not just living a lie. I'm living on a lie. Take me somewhere cleaner."

An escape?

His step becomes a little lighter as he boards your ship. "New tales," he murmurs. "Let's put this corpse behind us."

The Scrimshaw Chronicler is an officer.

Make up something wonderful

You didn't come all this way to waste his time with the truth. You know enough from the Waswood to invent a persuasive tale of blood and courage. Name heroes and give them suitable ends. Let him adorn his bones with wonderful lies.

    SS pensmall.png Pages challenge (100 for 100%)
Failed event
    He hisses

    "You're lying. You're lying! This is too important for lies. Get out. Storm take you. I should have known better than to trust a fruit-eater."

    You never see the Chronicler again. He went to join the Bone Men, a zailor tells you later. He set sail for Irem, and the East, another says. He drowned, the rest agree. He drowned.

    Successful event
    He glows with pride

    "I knew it," he confides. "Your tale matches what's in my heart. I will commemorate it with my knife. It will give our hunters strength and purpose. Thank you, my friend. I'll see you again. And I'll send you something. Depend on it."

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