The Regent's Grave(Quality)

 is considered a Journal Quality Reach: Traitor's Wood in Sunless Skies.

Quest description
"Who lies at the centre of the wood? What do you believe? "

Quality status
 has different statuses according to your actions, defined by the comment in front of the quality.

Journal description

 * [ 1 ] You have encountered the academics of Traitor's Wood and learned of the king in the Regent's Grave
 * [ 2 ] The evidence is in the Dismal Paleographer's favour
 * [ 3 ] The evidence is in the Vituperative Classicist's favour
 * [ 4 ] The evidence is in the Feckless Theologian's favour
 * [ 5 ] [COMPLETE]The secret of the barrow has been revealed

Interaction description
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 * [ 1 ] You have encountered the academics of Traitor's Wood and learned of the king in the Regent's Grave,
 * [ 2 ] The evidence is in the Dismal Paleographer's favour. Summerset must take notice.
 * [ 3 ] The evidence is in the Vituperative Classicist's favour. Summerset must take notice.
 * [ 4 ] The evidence is in the Feckless Theologian's favour. Summerset must take notice.
 * [ 5 ] The secret of the barrow has been revealed. Who was right, in the end?

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BaseCamp

 * [ 0 ] BaseCamp
 * [ 1 ] The fire is low, fuelled only by damp twigs and the occasional monograph when someone thinks the others aren’t looking. The scholars cast mournful glances between the trees, ignoring their sodden equipment and dwindling supplies.
 * [ 2 ] The camp is abuzz with activity. Errant young medievalists flood the grove, busying themselves erecting tents and arguing the finer points of the ablative case. The Dismal Paleographer looks almost happy, lecturing his new flock on the principles of Chivalry and Feudalism. The Vituperative Classicist glowers by the fire. The Feckless Theologian looks tremendously put out.
 * [ 3 ] Young classicists in all manner of improbable costumes parade about the fire, sharing amphorae of wine, and quoting the worst bits of Catullus. The Vituperative Classicist charges about the place, correcting translations and cutting down theories. She is enormously enjoying herself. The Dismal Paleographer and the Feckless Theologian shiver by the fire, pointedly ignoring each other.
 * [ 4 ] The camp is alive with plainsong. Hymns sound through the incense-choked trees. Young theologians have converged on Traitor's Wood, debating the respective merits of Boethius and Aquinas. The Feckless Theologian is in the thick of the activity, providing wine and commentaries on the most daring heresies. The Vituperative Classicist and the Dismal Theologian sit at opposite ends of the camp, scowling at their gathered piles of evidence.
 * [ 5 ] The camp is deserted. A cold wind blows the ashes off the campfire. A few torn pages from a monograph, remorselessly scribbled over, are torn away. A nightingale calls from somewhere in the dark wood. Rain is beginning to fall, washing away the detritus left behind."

Dismal Paleographer

 * [ 0 ] Dismal Paleographer
 * [ 1 ] “It is good to have another face about. I am heartily sick to death of that pair, and not for the first time. They are convinced of such utter rot. Any fool could tell you that this forest is the resting place of Charlemagne. Every legend and romance I’ve read convinces me of it.”
 * [ 2 ] “You see the dividends our work has produced! I have students of my own! Stipends! Grants! Though - between you and me - the College has not sent its best. And not nearly enough funds to cover further exploration. But we are making progress. My Charlemagne will be woken soon enough. And you shall have the credit of helping me find him.”"
 * [ 3 ] “Ghastly, isn’t it? I’ve never been able to abide classicists. They’re entirely dogmatic about their Latin, and have never read anything besides Homer and Virgil. And she’s holding court, of course. Just like back when - well. But surely you can see it’s all for nothing? There’s absolutely no way Inanna is here. After all, the whole ruddy point of the legend is she gets up again!”
 * [ 4 ] “This is intolerable. If they’re not butchering poor Aquinas, they’re drinking themselves senseless. And I cannot imagine the nerve of that - that creature - to lecture anyone on sin and virtue! Leave them alone with enough wine, and they’ll soon forget all about Saint John and the barrow. That’s the whole problem with theology - it doesn’t have to prove anything!”

Vituperative Classicist

 * [ 0 ] Vituperative Classicist
 * [ 1 ] “We’ve been here positively months and have nothing to show for it. We’re all but out of funds. I’ve done my bit, making sure the other two can never be taken seriously again - but we’ve no money for supplies for ventures into the wood. We believe the barrow is the resting place of a legendary monarch. We just can’t agree on which.”
 * [ 2 ] “You know I hold you responsible for this sepulchral bacchanalia.” She sniffs. “God, medievalists. Never seen so many corpses still walking about, and I’ve been to the Tomb-Colonies thrice. I simply cannot bear to see that fourth rate practitioner of a third rate discipline triumph.”
 * [ 3 ] “It's good to see you! Your work in the woods has borne fruit. Summerset has sent me students - and funds - though, of course, not enough to mount another expedition. But that they’re willing to invest at all suggests they’re intrigued by what I’m - we’re - finding here. We shall find her, you and I, and her songs will sound in the heavens again.”
 * [ 4 ] “Must he carry on so ridiculously? Well, of course he must. God forbid restraint ever enter his stupid head. They’re all prim and proper now, of course, these awful milk and wafer students – but I know a bacchanal in the making when I see one.”"

Feckless Theologian

 * [ 0 ] Feckless Theologian
 * [ 1 ] “Thank Christ. Someone new. We’ve been trying to reach that tomb on the hill for positively forever. It’s on the far side of the wood, and we’re rather strapped for cash. Summerset’s refusing to send us a penny more for another expedition. They did not appreciate my last monograph. Apparently I brought infamy to the college. I was merely reflecting on our student days.”
 * [ 2 ] “If another snot-nosed professor emeritus in the making explains to me the origin of St John’s cult in Milan, I shall scream. I shall be so cross if he’s right. Although I must say, it's been nice to hear him singing the Song of Roland again. He has a very nice voice, and that was one of his favourites, once.”
 * [ 3 ] “I’m glad someone’s decided to talk to me, at least. I’m waiting to see how long it’ll take her acolytes to realise how pig-headed she is. If I have to hear another lecture on the similarities between the greek heroes and the saints, however, I shall scream and scream until Saint John gets out of his grave by himself.”
 * [ 4 ] “Summerset’s been so excited by our findings they’ve sent me students! And a little money – for their upkeep – and for an a proper study of our findings. Not enough for another expedition, of course. Too much material evidence frightens them. The Dean was an archaeologist, I think. He has quite a horror for it now. “"

The Wood

 * [ 0 ] The Wood
 * [ 1 ] The Wood is vast and dark. Its silences are split by only the occasional downpour of rain from a passing stellar drift. Heavy firs bend in the wind. The Regent’s Grave broods over the forest from its high place.
 * [ 2 ] Dark trees shrouded in snow sway in fierce winds. A horn sounds deep in the wood. The stones of the Regent’s Grave are dark like slate stained with the blood of felled kings.
 * [ 3 ] A bell sounds in the wood. The scent of incense and lotus carries with the breeze. The bronze of the Regent’s Grave shines in reflected starlight.
 * [ 4 ] Tall cedars bend before a fierce wind. The scent of sand carries from a nearby riverbed. The bulk of the Regent’s Grave casts long golden shadows across the brooding wood.

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