Port Avon

 is a port in the outer circle of the Reach, located in the same segment as Traitor's Wood.

=Log Entries= A new smell, behind the coal and the oil: the green, unlikely scent of apples. Ruins claw the sky, the work of giants. Today, the sky is as cool and blue as ice in a glass.

''The Fatalistic Signalman considers Port Avon. "Never seen so many try so hard to pretend they're not in the sky."'' To the dismay of the Eccentric, the useless cat spent an afternoon bringing their pets an assortment of rodent viscera. ''"This looks like a blissful idyll," says the Clay Conductor. "I hate it."''

=Port Avon Dock= ''A bucolic village nestled within looming pre-human ruins. The dock is little more than a farmyard. Port Avon's inhabitants quickly tire of visitors, but you may be able to find ways to increase your welcome here before you venture into the village proper.''

A Quiet Day in Port Avon
''A pleasant breeze wafts through the village, making even its pricklier residents relax their guard and welcome guests. Only a little, but enough that even a visiting stranger can enjoy their bonhomie.''

Trigger conditions

Date ≥ An Opportunity in Port Avon,

Interactions

Port Avon
"Port Avon's Character(PortArrive) " ''Game note: Exploring Port Avon will wear down your welcome. Here, you can restore it, allowing you to stay longer. ''

Trigger conditions

Port Avon Oracle ≥ 10

Interactions

Arriving at Port Avon
''Behold: a ruin of giants. Gargantuan blocks jigsaw together, furred with moss and whispering with orchards. A bucolic village nestles amongst them. Smoke coils, daintily, from the chimneys. A leisurely game of cricket unfolds on the village green.''

Trigger conditions

Port Avon Oracle ≤ 0,

Interactions

Recruit a Repentant Devil
"He's looking for passage. He claims to be useful. He doesn't ask where you're headed. " ''Game note: Officers require a sign-on fee. ''

Trigger conditions

Repentant Devil's End ≤ 0, Repentant Devil ≤ 0,

Interactions

Mr Menagerie is Passing Through Port Avon
''A tattered poster by the station advertises the services of a 'Mr Menagerie: Purveyor of Fine Scouts'. An accompanying picture displays a tall cloaked figure, slightly stooped, clutching an array of adorable little beasts close to its long chest.''

Trigger conditions

Mr Menagerie's Last Voyage ≥ 2 ≤ 2,

Interactions

A Note from Mr Menagerie at Port Avon
''The poster at the station has been torn down, and there is no sign of Mr Menagerie itself. Cowled figures lurk in the fog, but none have a collection of adorable little beasts The Stationmaster waves you over. Mr Menagerie has left a note for you.''

Trigger conditions

Mr Menagerie's Last Voyage ≥ 3 ≤ 3,

Interactions

=The Village Green=

''A golden nebula scintillates above Port Avon's apple-trees, allotments, eel-fishers, and steepled church. Here you may, if you choose, immerse yourself in the village's quaint rhythms.''

The Village Green
"The heart of the village, surrounded by orchards of real apple trees that were shipped through the Avid Horizon as seeds. An endowment of years from Her Renewed Majesty grew them to swift maturity. " ''Game note: Actions here will wear out your welcome. ''

Trigger conditions

Port Avon Oracle ≥ 10

Interactions

The Signalman: on the Trail of the Quixotic Squire
''The Signalman's search for the Quixotic Squire, patron of the defunct Isambard Line, has led you to Port Avon. The Squire's House clings to a lonely sky-rock drifting above the village. But it is in obvious disuse, its roof caved and its windows boarded. The Signalman tuts. "Typical." You are not so easily deterred. Someone here will know what became of the Squire.''

Trigger conditions

Learning about the Fatalistic Signalman ≥ 45 ≤ 45,

Interactions

The Auroral Sommelier
''Someone has grafted brass wheels to the carcass of an old armoire, and impaled its top with a jaunty, damasked umbrella. A man stands behind it, flesh and finery the colours of the dawn, shepherding customers through their sampling of wines.''

''"Sweet wines, sour wines, subtle wines and sinful! Spirits of every vintage! Save, of course, the Hesperidean cider." He gives a small, sad laugh. "I know because I looked. This is the only place with real apples, but even here that cider eludes me."''

He beckons you with a gloved hand.

Trigger conditions

Chiropterous Hoarder ≤ 0, Multiplicitous Hoarder ≤ 0, Immutable Hoarder ≤ 0, Hoarder Recruited ≤ 0, Learning about the Chiropterous Hoarder ≤ 0, Searching for Hesperidean Cider ≤ 0,

Interactions

=The Nowhere Inn=

''Botheridge's 'A Tour of Heaven' described Port Avon's single public house as 'a welcome respite, justly famed for its authentic, Old Earth cider. The locals can be welcoming, for a while.' You may be able to recruit more crew, here.''

The Nowhere Inn
"Port Avon's first public house stands amidst a nodding copse of apple trees. Inside, brass gleams cosily on the beams: window-latches, doorknobs, and other fittings retrieved from the first locomotives that carried people here. A great, polished wheel hangs on one wall. " ''Game note: Actions here will wear out your welcome. ''

Interactions

The Short-Sighted Cryptozoologist
''A tiny figure weighed down by two backpacks and a heavy duffel coat looks through thick glasses at her map and then up at you. "Excuse me, I need passage. I don't suppose you could help me? I'm on the trail of unusual beasts. I can pay you for your time."''

Interactions

An Inebriated Blemmigan
''"Who does this creature belong to?" bellows a man, fuchsia with rage. The Blemmigan he points at is a grizzled member of its species, most of whom were left behind in the Neath. The fuchsia gentleman roars in fury. Between bellows, the truth emerges. The Blemmigan is no one's pet. And – far worse – no one will admit responsibility for its tab. The Blemmigan is unconcerned with the tumult. It nods its cap at you with grim respect, then flops a tendril into a mug of stout. It stares, bleakly, through the window.''

Interactions

The New Somerset Hunting Club
''Thick cigar smoke curls through the air, filling this private chamber with premium grade fog. Bloated gentlemen in well-worn military uniforms sit at mahogany tables, sipping port. They chunter of the old days and how very much better they were.''

Interactions

=The Cyclopean Ruins=

''What palace was this? What giant-king made his home, here? And why did he abandon the vast stores of souls that the locals still quarry from beneath the stones? Perhaps you might risk a furtive excavation of your own.''

The Ruins
"Not one of the looming stones is quite square, yet they all slot together immaculately. What were these ruins, before their fall? Even their bones are tall and stately as the finest cathedrals of old France. What purpose did they serve in the past, plentiful days when their sun still shone? " ''Game note: Actions here will wear out your welcome. ''

Trigger conditions

Port Avon Oracle ≥ 10

Interactions

An Unauthorised Dig in Port Avon
''The luminous glow of brilliant souls, mined from the ruins, infects this hidden habitation with radiance. A group of heavy-set men and women in hobnail boots are just ahead. They are intent not on the deposits of souls but on the hollows amidst the stones, where they are busy burying caches of munitions. A crunch of stone behind you. A beam of lantern-light. The burly MacDonald brothers have followed you in.''

Interactions

=Shops=