Wreck of the Berrenger

 is a Discovery in the outer circle of Eleutheria.

When close to the wreck, you will be prompted to "Approach" by pressing R, beginning the storylets.

=Log Entries= A gleaming hulk in the dark: a wreck of a type you've never seen before.

Approaching the Berrenger
''A vast wreck, larger than any other locomotive you've seen. Armour rattles in the wind. An Albion flag flies, tattered almost beyond recognition. The hull is cracked like an egg, a charred and tangled engine exposed to the air. The Berrenger, reads the nameplate, though some wag has appended a question mark. As you approach, you see figures scrambling behind guardrails; revolutionary slogans graffitied across every rusted surface. The Berrenger is still very much occupied.''

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The Wreck of the Berrenger
Visited the Berrenger(berrenger_description)

Visited the Berrenger(berrenger_description2)

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A Teeming Wreck
"The Berrenger's rusting innards have been hollowed. The walls and floors of a dozen interlocking corridors have been methodically stripped away, carving a vast hive-like atrium draped with ladders and criss-crossed with rope bridges. Anarchists bustle back and forth between a circle of iron doors below. The largest are labelled "LABORATORIES," "FORUM," and "HALL OF DEBATE." Mask: The Recalcitrant(berrenger_description)"

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A Goat Demon Stands Guard
''Goat demons were common in Old London, but are rarities in the sky. Most of them remained behind in the damp and the gloom where, some say, the devils invented them.''

''This one is typically hirsute and enormous. Its hooves are planted squarely before the door to the Contriver's laboratory, its arms folded across its chest. It huffs in warning. Little pilot-flames dance from its nostrils.''

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The Diabolical Contriver
''The Diabolical Contriver is lean and brusque. Her hard bun of hair is threaded with grey. She is assisted by several industrious devils, somehow still dapper in lab coats and spectacles. ''

''They are hard at work on an experimental engine of unfathomable complexity. Its components are so small, so delicate, that the devils don't use spanners and screwdrivers, but tweezers and silver pins.''

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