Tomb-Colonists in the Chelonate | |
---|---|
Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Linked to | The Chelonate Tomb-Colonist |
Data ID | 166080 |
Tomb-Colonists in the Chelonate is a Sunless Sea Story Event.
Trigger conditions[ | ]
Tomb-Colonists in the Chelonate is triggered when you dock in The Chelonate and have the following:
- Objective: Tomb-Colonists ≥ 751 and ≤ 899
Story description[ | ]
"A big, dead, big, hollow, big, stinking, big, reptile! For the first time in twenty years, I do not miss my once-acute sense of smell. Still! I expect good hunting."
Interactions[ | ]
Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
---|---|---|---|
Send the tomb-colonists to visit Storm's Temple
The Chelonites worship the god called Storm with frightful, bloody rites. Those are the only rites Storm pays attention to. It should keep them distracted. |
Distant thunder
"What a charming place that was! If you like skin, and shouting. Actually, I like both those things, so thank you terribly much."
|
||
Rare event (35%) | |||
Possibly a fracas
"Come now, Captain, I don't understand what the fuss was about. It most certainly wasn't a brawl. It was barely even a scuffle. Look, let me show you what I did to him. Yes? You see? Well, no, he won't be getting up any time soon, but it's not fatal, is it? My, those priests are cross. I do think priests get crosser than sensible people."
| |||
Let them go hunting with Chelonites
The tomb-colonists are grinning and bobbing up and down like a gang of small children. It'd be very dangerous. That's probably why they're so happy. |
Disappointment
"Oh, yes, we killed a couple of angler-crabs. (Here's a claw-tip for you.) But no one was hurt, not so's you'd notice. We hardly even lost any limbs. I've seen rougher rugger matches."
|
||
Rare event (25%) | |||
Delight!
"You should have been there, Captain! Well, perhaps it's best you weren't. There was a lot of blood, and there was a cataclysmic quantity of slime. And, oh, some deaths. Quite a lot of deaths. I suppose that's zee-monsters for you. Oho! Here's a little something for you. Grace found it embedded in my back."
| |||
A Bandage-Colony Reveal'd!
Your bandage-colony has drawn undue attention! |
Shouts of rage
Polythreme is known to the Chelonate, it seems. Their Sniffers and Sounders have identified the bandage-colony as a 'hearts-licker spy'. The colony is torn to pieces by a very determined mob. A tomb-colonist who gets in their way suffers the same fate. The others remain prudently below decks.
|