Truth in Dreams? | |
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Category | Random Event |
Type | Zee |
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Data ID | 146619 |
Truth in Dreams? is a Sunless Sea Random Event.
Story description[]
The Neath, the cavern that holds the Unterzee, is prowled by dreams. There's a story that it was once the skull of a dead god. Perhaps that would explain it.
Trigger conditions[]
Truth in Dreams? is triggered at zee if you have the following:

Terror ≥ 50
Interactions[]
Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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Listen to your dreams
What will you learn? |
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A dream of sand
The ship crosses a desert, not a zee. Black sand whispers against the hull - sand like grains of glittering night. Your crew sit on deck at a long table lined with candles, eating a rich red feast. “A reckoning,” one remarks, as she spears a gobbet of meat with her fork, “is not to be postponed indefinitely.” To the North, a light bulges hernially above the horizon: a searing kind of sunlight... |
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Listen to your dreams
What will you learn? |
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A dream of spires
Mirror-faceted pillars rise around you like trees in a forest - more so, because each glows with a shifting green light. The zee laps at the base of the pillars. A voice from above cries out in seven languages, and you understand each one: “Once was this the face of Irem! It will be taken from us!” ![]() ![]() |
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Listen to your dreams
What will you learn? |
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Flight
Five zailors dice for the corpse of a zee-bat. (It is ill luck for a zailor to kill a zee-bat). One wins it, but in his hand, it becomes a freshly cut Surface flower. His fellows cry out in envy and greed. They fall on him, and there comes a great rending of white petals. More petals fall, obscuring the masts, the ship, the Neath, the false-stars of the roof. It is very cold. You will have to set a fire - |
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Listen to your dreams
What will you learn? |
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Descent
You walk through streets of buildings trapped in amber, flooded with treacly light. Rubbery Men, their face-tentacles twitching complacently, swirl around you in crowds. They give you a wide berth: something drips from your hands. Not blood. It's pale as milk. A bell tolls. You turn in through an ornate arch, and all the lights go out - but not before you see the spined shape throned in a pool at the chamber's heart. |
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Sleep deeply
Dose yourself with blackspore, and you're less likely to dream. |
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Failed event | |
The edge of sleep
Wake, sleep, wake again. The engines growl like wolves. The sea chews at the hull. Everything is hungry. | |||
Successful event | |||
Restful slumber
No dreams. Only the cool press of night. ![]() |