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| Acquiring a Shovel | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Data ID | 306071 |
Acquiring a Shovel is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
The Yoked spirit clutches her shovels jealously. She lacks a voice-jar, so instead she crouches and scrawls in the mud. THESE GUIDE THE DEAD TO THEIR DOOR, she writes. THEY ARE RESERVED FOR THOSE WHO NEED THEM MOST. THE FRAILEST SPIRITS. THE STRUGGLING.
Trigger conditions[]
Location: Death's Door
Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)
Interactions[]
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| Offer a tithe of souls
Even if the shovel doesn't guide you, it's better than scrabbling in the mud with your bare hands.
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Accepted
The spirit's porcelain mask is impassive, but she pauses as though in agonised thought.
When she comes to a decision, it is sudden and final. A shovel is thrust into your hands. You are spun around and pushed on your way.
The Endless Furrows
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| Your Blue Kingdom Litigator will argue your case
Your appointed guardian steps smoothly forward and takes over.
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The Litigator Departs
In no time at all, Litigator: the Cowled Loquacitor(name)Litigator: the Embittered Devil(name)Litigator: the Nameless Spirit(name) has persuaded the recalcitrant shade that you are the frailest and most meagre of spirits. You are handed a shovel, and she even writes GOOD LUCK in the mud.
Your Litigator informs you, however, that they will wait for you back at the engine. They have no desire to get any closer to Death's Door than they already are.
The Endless Furrows
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| On second thoughts...
You have no desire to dig your way to death.
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The Endless Furrows
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| Persuade her that you're an extremely waifish wraith
What does it look like when a shade is ailing? You cough and lean against the wall of the trench.
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Failed event |
Advanced query needs investigation |
| No luck
The Yoked spirit seems strangely unmoved by your performance. She must have a heart of stone. She draws herself up and loudly commands that you leave her in peace, drawing stares from all the other nearby shades picking their way across mud.
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| A masterful performance
Relenting, she hands you a shovel and writes GOOD LUCK in the mud.
The Endless Furrows
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