Bargains are opportunities to earn more Sovereigns selling items in Sunless Skies.
Overview[edit | edit source]
In regular markets, items buy and sell for the same amount, making profit impossible. To make money through trade, you will need to use Bargains and Prospects.
By viewing a port's Bazaar, there may be opportunities to buy certain items for a cheaper price than through the markets. However, the number of items for sale in each bargain is limited, and bargains will only be available for a certain amount of time. Ports have a maximum of two bargains to choose from at once. Bargains are also only be available at minor ports: that is, any ports not in the centre of the map.
Opening the map and clicking on a port will alert you if there are new bargains available there. Which ones will appear is mostly random, but some will only show if your captain has a particular Affiliation at a certain level, and some only at a particular port. Those only available at certain ports tend to have a larger quantity of items available.
Information on Bargains and Prospects is available in-game at New Winchester, by choosing to Visit the Promise of Days. This will also give you Seasoning with the other captains, unlocking an extra Bargain and Prospect.
Possible Bargains[edit | edit source]
|Bargain Name||Item Sold||Cost per Item||Amount||Location||Unlocked with||Profit|
|"Fresh hours! Get your fresh hours here!"
A Buoyant Broker sells barrels full of geode-like hours."'Dug fresh from the shapely flanks of the Mother of Mountains by rugged but well-mannered prospectors!" He cries. "Put 'em to your ears, m'dears, and hear 'em call."
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
|A seizure of hours
The Governor has discovered a secret stash of hours that had been squirrelled away by a gang of refinery workers. He has seen fit to sell them on the open market, in order to raise funds for 'programmes to improve the moral character of inmates.'
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||7||Brabazon Workworld||Unrest at Brabazon ≤ 80||25 Sovereigns|
|A squandering of time
The Acting Senior Probiter has raided the backrooms for unused consignments of Hours. "The last thing anybody wants," he says, "is to spend even more time here."
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||7||Avid Horizon||25 Sovereigns|
|An Abandon of Hours
The Engraved Mourner is happy to trade Hours with his favoured friends. "After all, I hardly need them, what with being made of clay. My previous master was just as thoughtlessly beneficient too."
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||9||The Most Serene Mausoleum||Dealing with the Deathless ≥ 1||25 Sovereigns|
|An improbable abundance of hours
The hawker smiles a little too brightly. "No hurry. Got all the time in the world, me." His eyes dart nervously about the station, as though anticipating the inclement hand of the law upon his shoulder at any minute. "Brabazon's finest here!"
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||45 Sovereigns||5|| Achlys
||Affiliation: Villainy ≥ 3||35 Sovereigns|
|Hastening the end
A visiting London aristocrat has become besotted with the scale and splendour and sequence of the Blue Kingdom. He sees no point in delaying his return here as one of the dead, and is selling his pension of hours in order to accelerate his end.
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||7||The Forge of Souls||Affiliation: Establishment ≥ 3||25 Sovereigns|
|Hours, mined from the sky
The captain of a battered mining-locomotive is selling unrefined hours quarried from drifting sky-rocks. Each is a walnut-sized geode, within which an hour grows like salt-crystals. The captain dabs discretely at his eye with a handkerchief. Being close to this much time makes one melancholy.
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
|Hours for inspiration
A Poetical Prospector is selling barrels of hours to an interested crowd of Bohemians. "Hours of melancholy, hours of wonder! Hours of optimism and tragedy! Buy a barrel, and spin yourself a day of your choosing! Inspiration is only an hour away!" Yes – you're not sure it quite works like that, but the price is a good one.
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||42 Sovereigns||9|| Caduceus
||Affiliation: Bohemia ≥ 6||38 Sovereigns|
|The Buoyant Broker: a trove of unwanted hours
The Buoyant Broker has been trying to sell hours to devils. "They just ain't interested," he complains. "Suspicious, ain't it? Who'd turn down a little more time, eh? Show me a contented man and I'll show you a lunatic."
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||7||Carillon||25 Sovereigns|
A many-legged spirit paws at your arm and pulls you towards a trove of hours it has piled in a ditch. These are hours shed by spirits intending to pass through Death's Door. Their quality is as good as any dug from a sky-rock, or from the Mother of Mountains.
|Barrel of Unseasoned Hours||55 Sovereigns||5||Death's Door||25 Sovereigns|
A rangy captain employed by the Wit & Vinegar company — a struggling lumber-concern — is selling bronzewood offcuts. The bark gleams where it was cut by her engine's saw.
|Bronzewood||135 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
|Hearth and Home
Various loners have tried to establish homesteads in Eleutheria. Almost all fail. A Muttering Scavenger seeks out these abandoned homes and strips them of planks of bronzewood, which he sells to skyfarers like yourself — skyfarers with ready cash and limited scruples.
|Bronzewood||135 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on Eleutheria
|Treasures of the marsh
Most of Achlys is constructed from trees gathered in the marsh. They're soggy. They take time to dry. But while technically not Bronzewood, they're close enough to it that most Londoners can't tell. Today, the merchants have a surplus. Either they sell it, or it has to go back in the mud.
|Bronzewood||135 Sovereigns||7||Achlys||40 Sovereigns|
|What remains of the Guinevere
A scrap merchant is selling off plating from a wrecked locomotive. A plaque on one of the larger plates reads GUINEVERE. "Her lights failed," the scrap merchant explains. "So she crashed. One of Eleutheria's little tricks."
|Bronzewood||135 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on Eleutheria
|A boring of Bronzewood
The oldest bronzewoods — tall as mesas and broad as cathedrals — are too grand to fell. Instead, tree-borers mine into the trunks in search of the gleaming heart-wood. A wiry borer is selling bundles of resinous splinters, each taller than he.
|Bronzewood||135 Sovereigns||5||Traitor's Wood||50 Sovereigns|
|"Tea for sale! Buy tea! Everyone likes tea! Please?"
A Dishevelled Research Associate sells caddies of dried tea from an oak chest. "Due to an unfortunate but entirely understandable administrative error, the professor's entire research budget has been spent on tea," she explains, shuffling her feet awkwardly. "Please buy some."
|Caddy of Dried Tea||70 Sovereigns||5||Affiliation: Academe ≥ 1||20 Sovereigns|
|A researcher is selling 'tea'
Is it tea? Is it really? Is tea that malachite shade of green? Are tea leaves usually so serrated? Certainly it's tea-ish. That's probably good enough out here.
|Caddy of Dried Tea||70 Sovereigns||7||Leadbeater & Stainrod's Nature Reserve||20 Sovereigns|
|The benefits of a bilious by-law
A recent by-law pushed through by the Restorationists' Committee has outlawed the drinking of tea in Parliament, on the grounds that it is 'an undemocratic and imperialist beverage'. Port has been recommended instead. The law will no doubt be overturned soon, but for now it creates an opportunity.
|Caddy of Dried Tea||70 Sovereigns||7||Floating Parliament||20 Sovereigns|
|The cut-throat tea-trade
Frobishers, who supply tea to the Admiral Nelson in Port Prosper, are offering selected clientele an opportunity to purchase their latest loose leaf. They will not, however, be drawn on rumours of a deal gone bad with the Nelson.
|Caddy of Dried Tea||70 Sovereigns||7|| Carillon
||Affiliation: Establishment ≥ 3||20 Sovereigns|
|The shady sale of an unlikely amount of tea
What a lot of tea. Why is this scarred gentleman selling it so cheap? He picks at his teeth. "D'you want to ask questions, or d'you want to buy a load of cheap tea that may or may not have recently been used to conceal other substances of less certain legality?"
|Caddy of Dried Tea||70 Sovereigns||5|| Achlys
||Affiliation: Villainy ≥ 2||20 Sovereigns|
|'A Hunter's Hoard: a choice of Caged Catch'
A mangled hunter is selling his catch outside his sleek, gun-bristling engine. A Cantankeri grumbles in its cage. A tangle of pardoner-eels thrash. Something fungal and livid oozes gently.
|Caged Catch||170 Sovereigns||5||Traitor's Wood||30 Sovereigns|
|A fisherman's strange catches
The mirror-waters of Eleutheria are smooth on the surface, but often turbulent and dangerous below. A Scarred Fisherman offers some of his more unusual catches for sale, advising customers of a nervous disposition not to peek into the cages.
|Caged Catch||170 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on Eleutheria
|A hissed offer
"Grandmother doesn't want these ones." One of the Widows, a cadaverous woman, holds a knot of sorrow-spiders in her arms. They have been woven intricately together: a braid of jointed legs and faceted eyes. She thrusts it towards you. "You may purchase them."
|Caged Catch||170 Sovereigns||5||The White Well||Result of the Psalmist war ≤ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|A mercantile menagerie
The Jolly Collector is doing the rounds. What's he got this time? A pilfered collection of silverware? The complete set of commemorative plates from the Captivating Princess' latest wedding? No. Instead he seems to have branched out into taxidermy. No, wait — that one moved. Zoology, then. Where'd did he get these specimens? His eyes sparkle as he taps the side of his nose.
|Caged Catch||160 Sovereigns||5|| Achlys
||Affiliation: Villainy ≥ 4||40 Sovereigns|
|A Miserable Bestiary
The Duchess Incarnadine is willing to trade various of her menagerie — those deemed 'insufficient', 'lacklustre', 'unfortunately taxidermied', 'regrettable', and 'sobbing'.
|Caged Catch||150 Sovereigns||5||The Most Serene Mausoleum||Dealing with the Deathless ≥ 1||50 Sovereigns|
|Fruits of the sea
The things that glide through Worlebury's ghostly sea of mist are not — let's face it — fish. But if we call them 'fish' we don't have to think about what they actually are. Recently, a school of them was found grounded on the port's pebbled beach. "What a sight it was," a local remarks, wistfully. "The stars a-shinin' on their membranous wing-fins, their mouths all gulpin' for the vapours."
|Caged Catch||170 Sovereigns||7||Worlebury-juxta-Mare||30 Sovereigns|
|Horrors of the heavens
An Aristocratic Celestozoologist captures and studies the creatures of the High Wilderness. Now, he is selling some of his menagerie to fund his next hunting expedition. This time, he intents to hunt Grievers and Undeparted in Eleutheria.
|Caged Catch||140 Sovereigns||7|| Langley Hall
||Affiliation: Academe ≥ 6||60 Sovereigns|
|Meals fit for Rubbery Men
Distressing shapes bob to the surface of the Rubbery Chef's cauldron. He scoops one out for you to taste, and it wriggles delicate antennae at you. Well, it's certainly fresh. The Rubbery Man indicates that he will happily serve them dead or alive. He even has cages ready.
|Caged Catch||170 Sovereigns||5||The House of Rods and Chains||30 Sovereigns|
While excavating ice to build their homes at the well's edge, the Psalmists unearthed a number of large, sinuous creatures frozen within it. The beasts thaw slowly. Still trapped, this one flicks a lazy eyelid. For a fee, you may take the monsters off the Psalmists hands.
|Caged Catch||170 Sovereigns||5||The White Well||Result of the Psalmist war ≤ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|Wriggling Miracles of Science
The Royal Society of Titania has several... one looks like a crustacean, another a bit like a jellyfish, another... they aren't sure, but they're all starting to smell. They're welcome to a good home. Or a bad home. Or anywhere else, really.
|Caged Catch||125 Sovereigns||5||Titania||Titania_Albion_RoyalSociety ≥ 2||75 Sovereigns|
|A sale of shot and shell
A crow-like captain sells used, but functional, armaments scavenged from the cold wreckage of a sky-battle. "Good pickings when the Tacketies and Stovepipes fight," he observes, professionally.
|Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions||40 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
|An expulsion of problematic material
The Dazzled Sequencer sells buckets full of armaments retrieved from Azimuth. "Terrible hazard, all these instruments of lethality lying about the place. And most untidy. Keen to get them off the sun. Very keen."
|Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions||40 Sovereigns||7||The Clockwork Sun||20 Sovereigns|
|An opportunity to bid on Admiralty munitions
A retired Commander has tipped you off to the sale of a substantial amount of admiralty surplus. Shot and shell. Rifle and revolver.
|Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions||40 Sovereigns||5||Affiliation: Establishment ≥ 2||20 Sovereigns|
|A furtive sale of less-than-legal armaments
A Doleful Fence lifts the corner of a tarpaulin to show you the wares underneath. "Davy's Dust," he intones, like a vicar at a funeral. "Chivs, irons, barkers, bulldogs-with-six-teeth." You translate his criminal argot into plain English: gunpowder, knives, guns, guns, guns.
|Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions||40 Sovereigns||5|| Achlys
||Affiliation: Villainy ≥ 1||20 Sovereigns|
|Slipping through the Eagle's grip
A Stammering Eelmonger has a brother who captains one of the Empyrean Outriders. Sometimes, the brother ensures crates of ammunition go missing. And then a skyfarer like yourself gets a very good deal on crates of munitions.
|Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions||40 Sovereigns||7||Eagle's Empyrean||20 Sovereigns|
|A revolutionary surplus
A Ragged Revolutionary shows you three crates of mixed munitions, some of which look distressingly home-made. He is selling them cheaply; today, he needs money more than murder.
|Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions||40 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on Eleutheria
|Firepower for the favoured
An Auditor is looking for you. Fortunately, you're not in trouble. Although you're an independent agent, your establishment friends speak highly of you, and you have been selected to receive a special deal on armaments. "Protecting our investment," the Auditor says.
|Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions||33 Sovereigns||7|| Carillon
||Affiliation: Establishment ≥ 6||27 Sovereigns|
|A Curator's treasure trove
A fellow skyfarer in urgent need of money for repairs offers sparkling Navaratine Gemstones looted from the Curator that damaged his locomotive.
|Cask of Navaratine Gemstones||250 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on Eleutheria
|A burglar's bargain
A Dubious Fence has an offer for you: several casks of Navaratine gemstones for an exceptional price. This must have been a month's work for a whole gang of burglars.
|Cask of Navaratine Gemstones||200 Sovereigns||7|| Achlys
||Affiliation: Villainy ≥ 6||100 Sovereigns|
|A grinning miner is selling gems
They say in New Winchester that the skies of the Blue Kingdom are hung with diamonds the size of cows. A few gullible miners have made their way here, only to learn that the tales are exaggerated. This miner, for example, has yet to discover one larger than his head.
|Cask of Navaratine Gemstones||250 Sovereigns||3||The Forge of Souls||50 Sovereigns|
|A liberator of Navaratine Gemstones
He moves in stuttering starts, like a rabbit who knows a dog is about. Some call him a grave-robber, but he prefers 'archaeologist'. He's in no hurry, he professes, none at all, to shift these gemstones. Of course they're from a legitimate source: he plundered the vault himself.
|Cask of Navaratine Gemstones||250 Sovereigns||7||The Forge of Souls||Affiliation: Villainy ≥ 2||50 Sovereigns|
|An auction of seized goods
A notorious smuggler's recent arrest is the excise-man's gain. The glittering contents of the smuggler's cargo hold are being auctioned off quickly, to raise money for the department. Only 'the right sort' of bidders are invited, and most purchases are negotiated in advance to avoid ruinous bidding-wars. How civilised.
|Cask of Navaratine Gemstones||200 Sovereigns||5|| Carillon
||Affiliation: Establishment ≥ 5||100 Sovereigns|
|The residue of creation
Some say that Navaratine gemstones are cooled sparks that once fell from the Forge of Souls during its heyday. The shades that watch over the Forge occasionally find a new trove of them glimmering among the mounds of ash and slag. One of the spirits, a Scorched Servitor, furtively sells handfuls of the gems in the shadow of the port's gate. It does not say what it wants with London currency.
|Cask of Navaratine Gemstones||250 Sovereigns||5||The Forge of Souls||50 Sovereigns|
|Wages of sinful lives
A Chaplain of Piranesi offers you some of the treasures that once belonged to the prison's longer-serving guests. The jewels are, he points out, no good to them in Piranesi, and — if the prison is doing its work — unlikely to be of interest when they leave.
|Cask of Navaratine Gemstones||250 Sovereigns||7||Piranesi||50 Sovereigns|
|An auction of blue-painted crockery
The recent death of a well-to-do widower has triggered an unseemly family squabble over the disposition of his estate. An Indifferent Solicitor has been charged with auctioning off various of the deceased's unwanted belongings in order to cover the death duty.
|Crate of Nostalgic Crockery||40 Sovereigns||5|| Carillon
||Affiliation: Establishment ≥ 1||10 Sovereigns|
|The shadow of suspicion
A London trader is suspected of espionage, and needs to raise funds quickly to leave the Empyrean. His extensive collection of coronation crockery is a particular bargain. But he would like you to decide quickly. The Khan's guards are getting closer.
|Crate of Nostalgic Crockery||40 Sovereigns||5||Eagle's Empyrean||10 Sovereigns|
|'Crockery for Sale! Nearly new! Cups! Saucers! Gravy boats!'
An irritable footman is taking whatever he can for the crockery. The dinnerware seems in mint condition; why is his master selling it? He indicates the geometric pattern. "Last season, innit? It's all wistful featherin' now."
|Crate of Nostalgic Crockery||40 Sovereigns||7||Titania||10 Sovereigns|
|"Chorister-nectar! Going cheap!"
A Whistling Apiarist is selling fresh (or at least recent) chorister-nectar. A versatile substance used, variably, as a sweetener, an intoxicant, and a tonic for the vocal chords. The Apiarist seems jolly, though his tune is not.
|Gourd of Chorister Nectar||100 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
|A Disgraced Chorister is selling his store of nectar
He has been ejected from his choir following what the papers are only calling 'a recent Incident'. He will have no need of his nectar now, nor of its beneficial effects on his vocal range. If you give him the slightest chance, he will recount the details of his recent scandal bitterly, his melodious voice contrasting vividly with his profane language.
|Gourd of Chorister Nectar||80 Sovereigns||5|| Caduceus
||Affiliation: Bohemia ≥ 3||40 Sovereigns|
|An ambrosial acquisition: chorister-nectar, going cheap!
A hive-harrower — a well-plated locomotive that hunts chorister-bees for their nectar — has called at Lustrum. The nectar-scent uncoils down the mountain slope, sweet as Turkish delight.
|Gourd of Chorister Nectar||100 Sovereigns||7||Lustrum||20 Sovereigns|
|Fresh nectar! Guaranteed no bits of bee hair!
The new Chorister Hive is producing more nectar than Titania can manage. The Rhapsodic Mayor is almost desperate to export it before the port drowns.
|Gourd of Chorister Nectar||80 Sovereigns||5||Titania||Titania Port Level ≥ 10||40 Sovereigns|
|A clandestine transaction: souls for sovereigns
The crew of a passing mining-locomotive have been engaging in some unlicensed excavation of Port Avon's ruins. They're keen to sell what they found. Quietly. And quickly.
|Jumble of Undistinguished Souls||55 Sovereigns||7||Port Avon||15 Sovereigns|
|A line on a cheap collection of souls
Until recently, decorating your parlour with bottled souls was a fad in Bohemian circles. Now, fashion has moved on, and souls are out.
|Jumble of Undistinguished Souls||55 Sovereigns||5||Affiliation: Bohemia ≥ 1||15 Sovereigns|
|A spirifer's accident
A 'spirifer' is an unlicensed trader in souls. It is not a popular profession. Recently, a spirifer was the victim of a fatal case of seller's regret. He left behind an impressive stash, which his associates are now trying to dispose of quickly.
|Jumble of Undistinguished Souls||45 Sovereigns||7|| Achlys
||Affiliation: Villainy ≥ 5||25 Sovereigns|
|All that remains
A ragged tribe of scavengers, claiming to be exiles from the Graven who rule the White Well, pick through the churned mud. They sell wan, listless souls; all that remains of shades who failed the tests at Death's Door too many times.
|Jumble of Undistinguished Souls||55 Sovereigns||3||Death's Door||15 Sovereigns|
The Macabre Counsellor has gathered a cluster of lesser souls by some stratagem or other. She has grown bored with them, and would happily exchange them for coinage, which she prefers as a method of influence.
|Jumble of Undistinguished Souls||55 Sovereigns||9||The Most Serene Mausoleum||Dealing with the Deathless ≥ 1||15 Sovereigns|
|The Snivelling Spirifer is selling souls
A spirifer is an unlicensed dealer in souls. This one has a perpetual sniffle. He finds a quiet corner to show you a sample of grubby bottles. Wispy shapes coil inside. "See?" he sniffs. "Fine as porcelain. I swears every one of 'em was teetotal or church-goin'."
|Jumble of Undistinguished Souls||55 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
|The spirifer's supply
Spirifers — traders in unlicensed souls — flock to the Blue Kingdom. Is it just the temptation of its sealed stores of souls and hapless, exploitable spirits? Or are they drawn to it, like pilgrims at Christmas or sparrows in summer? This Spirifer is selling her recent bounty, in order to raise capital for a secretive new venture.
|Jumble of Undistinguished Souls||55 Sovereigns||3||The White Well||15 Sovereigns|
|'Of Faerie knights and fairest Tanaquill'
A prominent and tedious poet offers copies of his latest epic to 'the right sort of person'. At 10,000 lines, it is a sequel to Spencer's 'Faerie Queen', depicting Her Enduring Majesty as a second Gloriana. There are few reviews — no one has thus far managed to remain conscious to the end.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5|| Carillon
||Affiliation: Establishment ≥ 4||30 Sovereigns|
|An auction of dusty literature
An amateur enthusiast has passed away. Hers was an obscure field of scholarship, and her family are selling off her books by the bundle. Stacks of pamphlets, tomes and journals teeter behind the stall.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5||Affiliation: Academe ≥ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|A Selection of Fine Books
The Curator of Albion's Museum has a stack of unwanted novels and volumes of poetry – they are superfluous to demand. Many bear the name 'Mrs Frontispiece'.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||10||Titania||Titania_Albion_Museum ≥ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|A crisis of faith
A theologian who travelled here from London is selling his bibles, his prayer-books, and his hymnals. Having witnessed the afterlife firsthand, he has come to regard them as works of naive fiction.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5||The White Well||Affiliation: Academe ≥ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|A half-price stack of penny-dreadfuls
A hawker sells the latest London potboilers: flimsy, mass-printed books with wood pulp paper, lurid covers, and fresh, gleaming Ministry stamps.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5||Any bazaar on the Reach
|A bibliophile's bargain: the latest literature from London
A consignment of recent publications have arrived from London. Journals of Her Enduring Majesty's courtiers, recounting her wisest judgements. Mournful memorial poetry written at the Most Serene Mausoleum. Accounts of the eternally-youthful debutantes at Perdurance, and their unending revels.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5||Port Prosper||30 Sovereigns|
|A sale of Ministry-approved poetry
A Starving Poet is selling collections of his latest work. He seems to have rather a lot of it. "A minor printing error," he explains. "A simple matter of a misplaced 'u' that rather dramatically changes the... ah... tone of a sentence. Also its probity. But if the Ministry of Public Decency didn't spot it, I'm sure hardly anyone will."
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5|| Caduceus
||Affiliation: Bohemia ≥ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|Clogging up the stacks
In recent years, over-eager Scrive-Spinsters have picked reams of London literature from the wrecks of engines they have destroyed, and taken it to the Forge. A yoked servitor spirit is selling it off by the pound. He indicates that it's starting to clog up shelves that could be dedicated to more interesting and important subjects.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||3||The Forge of Souls||30 Sovereigns|
|Looking for Patron
An up-and-coming poet requires additional funds to support to sustain them while they work on their magnum opus.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5||Titania||Titania_Eleutheria_Theatre ≥ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|The Word in the Sky
The Luminous Cardinal is prepared to part with some of his early illuminations. They depict the Reach as the celestial Paradise, before the Fall of the Rebel Angels.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||60 Sovereigns||7||The Most Serene Mausoleum||Dealing with the Deathless ≥ 1||40 Sovereigns|
|'Poems of the Cypress King'
One of Pan's recent Cypress Kings was a poet of the Neonocturnal school, who wrote this slim volume during and after his brief reign. The book is, in fact, in no way Ministry-Approved, but the forged stamps are exceptionally convincing.
|Ministry-Approved Literature||70 Sovereigns||5||Any bazaar on Eleutheria
|A chemical confoundment
A soot-besmirched chemist peddles panes of coloured glass from the back of his workshop. "Unexpected side-effect," she explains. "Had a small fumes leak — nothing to worry about! Completely safe! But it did turn all my windows these different colours. Striking, eh?"
|Pane of Stained Glass||110 Sovereigns||5|| Langley Hall
||Affiliation: Academe ≥ 3||25 Sovereigns|
|A gang of grubby urchins are selling Stained Glass
They have sandwiched the panes between wooden boards, and wrapped them in rags. When a passing costermonger asks where they got the glass, a Sooty Vagabond snaps "Never you mind!" and throws his coat over the baleful glass angel adorning the pane they had on display.
|Pane of Stained Glass||110 Sovereigns||5||Port Prosper||25 Sovereigns|
|An Unfortunance of Glass
A Bashful Showman is selling tall panes of coloured glass. "We had to dismantle the Maze of Mirrors," he explains. "Following a number of... well, 'disappearances' is a very strong word, isn't it? Anyway, as long as you keep them away from silver, they should be entirely safe."
|Pane of Stained Glass||110 Sovereigns||5|| Caduceus
||Affiliation: Bohemia ≥ 4||25 Sovereigns|
|A fortunate misfortune: a sale of stained glass!
An ambitious local family planned to extend their townhouse. But space in Port Prosper is at a premium, and the governor demanded they abandon the work before it was complete. Now, they're trying to recoup their losses by selling a number of splendid, unused panes of stained glass.
|Pane of Stained Glass||110 Sovereigns||7||Port Prosper||25 Sovereigns|
|His last works
This glassmaker came to the Blue Kingdom in order to capture the gold of its sun and the blue awe of its sky. But he has looked too long and too closely. The light sears his eyes; his vision fades. But still he makes pane after pane, spending the last of his sight in attempts to trap the things he has seen in prisons of glass.
|Pane of Stained Glass||110 Sovereigns||7||Death's Door||Affiliation: Bohemia ≥ 2||25 Sovereigns|
|The Queen's Good Servant
The Engraved Mourner has recently put a halt to a proposed fourth window in the Upper Gallery. It was intended to depict Her Renewed Majesty thundering through Albion on a chariot emblazoned with the colours of Empire. The Mourner put a stop to it on grounds of 'good taste'. He now has a lot of glass on his hands.
|Pane of Stained Glass||105 Sovereigns||7||The Most Serene Mausoleum||Dealing with the Deathless ≥ 1||30 Sovereigns|
|A Bombazinous bargain
Ravenscourt & Stamford make a healthy profit selling academic robes for graduation ceremonies. They insist that only light-drinking bombazine cloth is acceptable at such occasions. Bombazine is splendid but expensive, so there's a bustling second-hand market in used robes among impoverished scholars. One such secret market is taking place now.
|Roll of Thirsty Bombazine||115 Sovereigns||7|| Langley Hall
||Affiliation: Academe ≥ 4||35 Sovereigns|
|A Tableaux Mort
Sable-liveried footmen are cutting up vast rolls of midnight fabric for sale. These are the cast offs from the Macabre Counsellor's latest tableaux, rejected for being insufficiently direful.
|Roll of Thirsty Bombazine||115 Sovereigns||7||The Most Serene Mausoleum||35 Sovereigns|
|Bales of cellar-woven Bombazine
Bombazine is worked in the dark, in candleless rooms with boarded windows. A milk-eyed weaver sells rolls of the cloth she has made in her cellar. It is black and splendid, drinking the starlight thirstily.
|Roll of Thirsty Bombazine||115 Sovereigns||5||35 Sovereigns|
|Robes of Bombazine
A gloomy spirit sells folds of black cloth. These are the robes customarily worn by shades of the Invisible class, and are wrought of light-drinking bombazine to prevent them from offending the eye of their king. What became of the specific shades who wore these robes? The vendor will not say.
|Roll of Thirsty Bombazine||115 Sovereigns||3||The White Well||35 Sovereigns|
|The Weavers of Eleutheria
Bombazine cloth drinks light. In brighter domains, it quickly becomes soaked and impossible to work. But in Eleutheria's soft gloom it is pliant and delicate. Weaving is a common vocation here, and Bombazine can often be found cheaply.
|Roll of Thirsty Bombazine||115 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on Eleutheria
|A good price for Verdant Seeds
A syndicate of allotment-owners are selling seeds. The vegetation of the Reach grows boisterously, even violently, and the sacks are strapped tight with leather belts.
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
Deep in the Achyls marsh lies a garden of beauty and poison. Braver traders visit it to gather seeds for the market. Those that cannot be turned into spice or incense, they sell at cost.
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||7||Achlys||15 Sovereigns|
|An 'orticultural Opportunity: a Buoyant Broker is selling Sacks of Verdant Seeds
The flora of the Reach is dangerously fecund. Plant a seed, water it, give it a little light and it'll sprout overnight. During transport, it is vital the sacks be stored in a cool, dark, dry place — or your hold is likely to become an impromptu shrubbery.
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||5||Port Avon||Seasoning ≥ 1||15 Sovereigns|
|An agricultural windfall: a sudden crop of seeds
Seasonal cycles are unpredictable in the Reach. A settler's crop ripened suddenly, and he's selling the seeds while he can. You examine one, and find it both feathery as a dandelion seed and winged, like that of a sycamore.
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||5||Hybras||15 Sovereigns|
|An arboreal opportunity: seeds from the forest
A handful of tangle-haired recluses dwell in the wood, growing food in their glade-gardens. Sometimes they visit the bazaar, selling their wares silently.
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||7||Traitor's Wood||15 Sovereigns|
|Experimental seeds for a song
An Experimental Horticulturist is selling a mountain of seeds. Yes, she is very pleased with how well they turned out. No, she will not tell you what she treats her crops with
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||9|| Langley Hall
||Affiliation: Academe ≥ 5||30 Sovereigns|
|Seeds of Titania
The flower-port is in bloom. The Rhapsodic Mayor has arranged a sale of some of the prettiest seeds.
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||10||Titania||Titania_Eleutheria_NatureReserve ≥ 2||30 Sovereigns|
|The captain of a greenhouse-engine is selling seeds
"Fresh from the gardens of the Reach!" This green-thumbed captain buys crops for a pittance from the region's scattered farmsteads, then sells the yield at larger ports.
|Sack of Verdant Seeds||25 Sovereigns||3||Any bazaar on the Reach
|A Congenial Vagabond, and a sale of sublime souls
A Congenial Vagabond sells bottled souls in the shadows between the tents. He unwraps one. It blazes! This is no parson's soul; no milkmaid's! Not even a prophet's soul burns so brightly! Where did he get it? The Vagabond smiles.
|Selection of Immaculate Souls||215 Sovereigns||7||Polmear & Plenty's Inconceivable Circus||35 Sovereigns|
|An immaculate opportunity
A Sombre Footman offers discerning visitors a chance to admire (and procure) samples from Perdurance's collection of souls. "A recent and exceptional donation," he says, showing you a set that burn fiercely in their fluted bottles, "to accompany the arrival of a Duke's daughter. A gift of souls is considered good luck."
|Selection of Immaculate Souls||215 Sovereigns||7||Perdurance||35 Sovereigns|
|Souls for silver
Only a minority of the shades of the Blue Kingdom are human, or even human-like. Here, between Death's Doorstop and the Endless Furrows, a group of pachydermous spirits congregate. Their thick legs, and the prehensile trunks that hang from behind their huge porcelain death-masks, are caked with the local grey mud. They will exchange souls — possibly theirs, possibly not — in exchange for sovereigns, which they eat one by one before taking the next. It is a slow transaction.
|Selection of Immaculate Souls||215 Sovereigns||5||Death's Door||35 Sovereigns|
|Souls from the Horizon
The Devil is pleased to have done great work at the Home Bureau. "See what one can accomplish when one sees idleness as potential, London's detritus as opportunity, not waste, and tedium as the crucible of perfection." He offers a selection of scrupulously refined souls.
|Selection of Immaculate Souls||215 Sovereigns||7||Avid Horizon||The Devil at the Horizon ≥ 1||35 Sovereigns|
|Souls on the mountain-slope
A Tight-Lipped Devil sells impeccable souls in the shadow of Caduceus' temple. Where did he acquire them? Has he been plucking them from the Bohemian celebrants? No. You examine their elegant angles, their spasmodic movements. These souls were never human.
|Selection of Immaculate Souls||215 Sovereigns||5||Caduceus||35 Sovereigns|
|The archaeologist's game
A plucky archaeologist is selling souls of savage brightness. "Found these in a vault only a few days away. Didn't need them all, but I could hardly just leave them there." She considers you for a moment. "I'll offer you a good deal if you take them off my hands. I'll need the space — I'm bound to pass more vaults on the way back to Albion. There'll be plenty left for the museum."
|Selection of Immaculate Souls||215 Sovereigns||5||The Forge of Souls||35 Sovereigns|
|The souls of the peerless Eleutherian poets
"Wordsworth? Keats? Whitman? Amateurs!" The Snivelling Spirifer wipes his nose. "Friends, here are the souls of true poets, who learned pentameter in Pan and alliteration in Achlys! Perfect for budding writers! An unparalleled conversation-starter! A paperweight! A doorstep!" You can't verify whether they come from poets, of course, but the souls seem to be of very high quality indeed.
|Selection of Immaculate Souls||165 Sovereigns||7|| Caduceus
||Affiliation: Bohemia ≥ 5||85 Sovereigns|
- You need to built a Scientific Enclave in Titania, and set its purpose
- You need to built a Museum in Titania, and set its purpose
- You need to built a theatre in Titania, and set its purpose.
- You need to built a nature reserve in Titania, and set its purpose