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Chiropterous Hoarder
Chiropterous Hoarder
Category Officers
Position Quartermaster
Effects
Data ID 132942
Interaction ID 315800

Chiropterous Hoarder is considered a Officer Quartermaster in Sunless Skies.

Description[]

"Swaddled in vermillion, it is a lean and spindly horror with the most velvety of ears."

Obtaining[]

After speaking to the Auroral Sommelier at Port Avon about Hesperidean cider Hunt for the shop that the Auroral Sommelier mentioned in London and follow the dialogue there to recruit the Chiropterous Hoarder.

The Chiropterous Hoarder[]

The Chiropterous Hoarder colonises your pantry, half the cargo bay, and one of the cupboards in the galley. It fills these spaces with velvet-wrapped boxes of varying sizes, opaque mason jars which sometimes ring with tapping from within, glass displays populated by half-dead and unblinking things.

Periodically, the Chiropterous Hoarder can be found in the cabin it has been assigned, hunched over a new item, a new acquisition.


Interactions

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Ask about the Hoarder's luggage
It is your right as Captain to at least have some knowledge of what you're transporting.
The Chiropterous Hoarder glowers, its expression glacial. When it becomes clear that it cannot intimidate you into leaving, your Quartermaster sighs and relents. "A jellyfish, still alive," it whispers, voice sawed down to a growl. As it speaks, the Hoarder trails a claw along each item. "A dream of freedom, piped into glass. Verdant spores that will never die. Everything immortal or that aspires to be immortal. I am making an inventory of them."
Compliment the Chiropterous Hoarder on its collection
It's best to have the Quartermaster on your side.
Failed event
It stays suspicious
It shrinks into a corner of the cabin. There, it almost seems to spread: frame splaying, flattening into the wall. The Chiropterous Hoarder's shoulders writhe beneath its cape, and uncomfortable angles puppet the fabric into a suggestion of nightmares. "It's mine."
Successful event
Flattery gets you somewhere
"You can't have it," it hisses at you from under its oversized cowl. You explain that compliments are not meant to be transactions.

The Chiropterous Hoarder is initially distrustful of your exposition and then transported at this epiphany. Appreciation without condition! What a winsome novelty!

"It's not like that where I come from – before London, long before. They just take, and take, and take." Teeth slant into view. "But that's acceptable. I take their things, too."

Whose things? And where did it come from?

"Here. The Wilderness – lush and velveted with so many treasures, so many hungry tastes. There were others with me, yes. But none of them were as clever as me. I know how to make immortality. I know how to make collections that last." Its ears flatten. "And this is why I must be careful, be small now."
Bring the Chiropterous Hoarder a gift
How do you build rapport with someone who wants everything? You give them more.
Sweet like honey
Your present is received with poor grace and rich suspicion. "Joy is lost when something is given away." it admonishes. "Your species is ridiculous." Despite its truculence, there is a tenderness in the way the Chiropterous Hoarder cradles your gift.
Talk about its interests
What does it care about? Perhaps you will find common ground.
To build something that lasts forever
"I have a dream," it confides, picking at the hem of its claret cloak. An ear, long and velveteen, droops from its cowl. "An old dream, an excellent dream. I would make my collection perfect. To do this, there is a corpse that I must visit. Your kind named it Faith's Fall. Appropriate, I think. If I could travel there, if I had help and bronzewood, I could build the thing that I need."

For a moment, its eyes are the universe, garbed and glorious with stars.

"But you couldn't spare the crew, or the timber, or the time. Not for me. No, not for me." It ducks its head.
    • Chiropteroushoarder icon Learning about the Chiropterous Hoarder = 40 [The Chiropterous Hoarder wishes to build... something at Faith's Fall, in the Reach. It needs bodies and bronzewood both]

    • Chiropteroushoarder icon The Hoarder's Needs = 1 [The Chiropterous Hoarder has requested that you bring six pieces of bronzewood and five spare crew to Faith's Fall, in the Reach]

Ask the Hoarder about other glands
Faith's Fall couldn't have been its only chance. The universe is too massive for such small despairs to be true.
A gland rots, another should be found
The Chiropterous Hoarder has gouged its frustration onto the walls. The marks are an inch-deep, at least. At your question, it glares and claws a fresh shape onto an unmarked section of its quarters: another messenger-corpse, its necrosis somehow captured in a few immaculate scratches.

"The House of Rods and Chains," it growls. "If we went there, I'm sure we'll find another gland. If not, I will dig through its necrotising flesh until agony causes it to fruit another just to make me stop."

Game note: You will need an Unlicensed Chart or two Visions of the Heavens.

    • Chiropteroushoarder icon Learning about the Chiropterous Hoarder = 70 [The Chiropterous Hoarder wants to travel to the House of Rods and Chains, in Eleutheria. You will need an Unlicensed Chart or two Visions of the Heavens]

Investigate the Hoarder's work
The Chiropterous Hoarder has cloistered itself within its room since you delivered the fluids. Peculiar scents – wildflowers bathed and brined in bile – radiate from under the door. Augurs of its labours, perhaps? You should check in on it.
A confession
You find the Chiropterous Hoarder darting between stations, each of them set with glassware like something made by a deranged glassblower and filled with nacreous reagents.

"I tried once to hold immortality in a bottle. The cider. But it wasn't the same. My customers were convinced, but I knew the truth. You can't just drink eternity. It goes away, you see?"

"But this is different. I got the idea from... an associate of mine? They liked spices. I thought, 'What if!'" The Chiropterous Hoarder jabs a finger at the ceiling. "'What if?' and then I thought, 'Why not?'"

Those massive eyes turn again to you, brilliant as filigreed eternities.

"Will you be my first subject?"
Agree to let it test on you
You took to the High Wilderness for adventure – or at least, rare and irreplaceable experiences.
The Chiropterous Hoarder is ecstatic with your decisions. Its speech degenerates into piercing, albeit rhythmic, shrieking. The experiments can begin when you are ready.
Refuse to let it perform tests on you
Absolutely not.
Was that a flicker of hurt? It doesn't matter. The Chiropterous Hoarder glares at you with an imperious chill. "Coward," it says, receding into the shadows.
Let the Chiropterous Hoarder test on a crewmember
The Chiropterous Hoarder needs a volunteer. But whom?
A reluctant crew
The crew seethes over your request. Their contracts indemnify you of many things, but there is nothing in the legalese, your crew curtly observes, about being experimented on. If something dire occurs, they will expect compensation. In the end, it is one of the young men: quiet, hauntingly attractive, exquisitely decorated, his skin frescoed with crocodilian gods. "Perhaps I'll meet one of them this way," he whispers without irony, his eyes lamp-lit by hunger.
You are ready to be experimented on
At least, as prepared as anyone can be.
This is going to be uncomfortable
The Chiropterous Hoarder is careful, even compassionate in its handling of your person. Almost like you were a cornerstone of its collection. "Come on, come on." It leads you aside, away to the things it planned.
Appease the crew
They're murmuring darkly of indifferent captains, of responsibilities shirked and forsaken comrades, and of throwing both you and the Hoarder off the engine. You cannot permit their dissatisfaction to grow.
Libations for everyone!
Only one answer is acceptable here: rum.

Rum sweetened with apricots, heavy with vanilla. Rum clear as a guiltless heart and rum black as regret. You tell your crew to abscond with the best of what you have, a command they take to with absurd glee.

Somewhere amid their celebrations, the young man emerges from his incarceration: his manner flattened, his skin not unalike the hide his tattoos had sought to emulate. He does not smile. He cannot. His face is rictused, gnarled as the belly of an old oak. Something is very, very wrong.

"Forever is difficult," he tells you quietly. You don't see him again after that.

Game note: Speak to the Chiropterous Hoarder to continue.

Let the Hoarder make amends
Ever since you took part in its experiment, the Chiropterous Hoarder haunts you, forlorn, endlessly murmuring of its failures. If you're ever to have peace again, you'll need to distract it.
A recovery, albeit slow
"It'll go away. Like everything, it melts away." It traces the longitude between your wrist and the spoke of your elbow, its touch ethereally light. The Chiropterous Hoarder's ears droop. "You will continue. But what is the word that I should say? Repentance. I am very sorry. A gift will follow." Regardless of your answer, you find a firkin of red honey balanced against the door to your cabin the next day.
Keep the Red Honey for trade
Perhaps you can find use for it in London or New Winchester.

Game note: Be warned: carrying contraband across regions or into a central station risks attracting the attention of the Revenue Men.

A lesser captain would imbibe of their gift, but you know better. Someone will pay dearly for the stuff, you need to be sure it reaches them first.

The cost of discovery is too much.

Game note: Speak to the Chiropterous Hoarder to continue.

Use the Red Honey yourself
Better to inhabit a dream while your mind fills with the agony of transformation.
As the red honey fills you, your mind clouds with images you do not recognise: a life, a place, a pleasant existence entirely not your own.

Someone holds a child pressed to their breast, smiling down onto the tow-headed babe. Their thoughts crowd your mouth, your head. A name, a hope, a lifetime of waiting, wanting, wishing made real in this delicate creature.

Once hers. But yours now. And only yours.

You awake soon after on your engine, stolen grief caulking your throat. Game note: Speak to the Chiropterous Hoarder to continue.

Encourage the Chiropterous Hoarder into sharing the next steps
It will not cease muttering with a scholastic rabidity, pacing to and fro.
What does it want?
"I require something eternal." It swats at a clergy of vials, sending them crashing onto the floor. "Something that lasts. Not like these reagents, which age and sour and fade. I need to make a culture from one that has loved voraciously, loved in a fashion that even time and death cannot dilute."

Light blooms in the Chiropterous Hoarder's gaze, ravenous as kings.

"And whose eternal love is better than Victoria's? Oh, yes. She built such a beautiful tomb for hers. I want a piece of her beloved, the Consort. Something to cook and simmer and distil into precious oils. Take me to the Most Serene Mausoleum, in Albion."
Allow the Chiropterous Hoarder to express its gratitude
After what it has demanded of you, the experimentation and the acquisition of flesh and fluids, the smells it inflicted on your locomotive, it is only right for it to show appreciation.
What a sight!
You enter the Chiropterous Hoarder's cabin to discover the space transformed, chandeliered by strings of blister-glow crystal. The floor is a labyrinth of cushions, tasselled and richly damasked. But all this is undeserving of comment compared to the spread that the Chiropterous Hoarder prepared.

Unctuous meats, roasted and smoked and confited just so. Delicate stews, profane desserts, the most ribald of cocktails. Your host spared no expense, allowed no decorum. You eat and indulge while the Chiropterous Hoarder whispers, quietly, of stories that seem almost true.

Then, when you are drowsy with pleasure, it touches a shy hand to your knee. "You are pleased?" it asks. "I wish to show more, do more, please more. Yesss?"

Is it... proposing an exchange of intimacies?
Yes, indulge in an assignation with the Hoarder.
Experimentation is what provides life with its flavour. This will at least be an instructive memory.
The Chiropterous Hoarder, you discover, possesses an exceptionally acrobatic tongue. Its length and its prehensility, coupled with your bedmate's fascination with your physique, make for transcendent explorations. True to character, the Chiropterous Hoarder is voracious. What surprises is how eager it is to supply pleasure, how excited it is to savour and tease until exhaustion claims you from its attentions.
Er, no...
How about cribbage instead?
To its credit, the Chiropterous Hoarder doesn't appear remotely displeased. Your rejection is acknowledged with a shrug, a change of topic. There are no hurt feelings here. You two descend instead into a decorous evening of vices and virtues, interspaced with several byzantine discussions of rules and the necessity of following rules.
Does it need any more components for its quest?
The Chiropterous Hoarder has been uncommonly quiet.
The moment is finally right
"No. It's ready." The texture of its scrutiny has changed. No longer are you a curiosity or captain. Instead, it regards you as it might an item from its collection. "Ready at precious last. And it's you, all you, to thank for this. I won't forget this and you will be glad that I will not." The Chiropterous Hoarder's voice plunges low, velveted with urgency. "To Faith's Fall again, yes? One last time."
Check on the Chiropterous Hoarder
A courtesy call. Certainly, not a surreptitious check to see if anything has been stolen for its collection.
What is going on?
The Chiropterous Hoarder stands in a drift of gleaming curios: brass and glass and bronze polished to incandescence. It is stacking something. Many somethings, in fact. But there is no time to accurately identify them – noticing your appearance, the Chiropterous Hoarder launches itself towards you, a waking nightmare of membrane and red cloth. "Out! Out! You cannot look! This is mine, mine! Out!"
Ask about the other Masters?
Indeed, what happened to the other Masters of old London?
Complications happened, to say the least
"Her Majesty came to regret her arrangement with us. She reneged, and fled the Fifth City for the sky. Most of my colleagues remained behind, fat and sleek and content at the heart of the new Sixth City. But a few of us had languished long enough in the dark. We saw the chance to return home, to the heavens.

"So in secret, a few of us followed you to the sky. Most of us did so quietly. One of us made too much noise, and Her Renewed Majesty overheard. It has a job now."

The Hoarder sniffs.

"Tragic."
Show it the seal of Mr Barleycorn
You recall the curator's desolate request. No reason to leave it unfulfilled.
Sympathy for monsters
The Chiropterous Hoarder gazes long at the seal, its expression impossible to decode. At long last, it sighs. "I would talk with Mr Barleycorn and dig his knowledge of the stars from his heart. But I am not the one he wants, not from its flock. It will only be more morose from our meeting." It pauses. "If you meet it again, tell it that I understand what it is like to be incomplete, to have what you want out of reach."
Ask if it knows Mr Pennies
Or at least, the thing that was Mr Pennies.
It lives?
"I hope it dies," says the Chiropterous Hoarder, uncharacteristically ferocious. Fury beats so wildly in its throat that it does nothing for a minute, only strangles its neck with both hands. "I hope it dies, is allowed to lay down at last and be dead."
Ask if it knows Mr Menagerie
Perhaps, the Curators are acquainted with each other.
Hmm...
Silence, the kind not unalike a man trying to recall a favourite meal, overtakes the Chiropterous Hoarder for an interval. At last, it brightens. "It sells delicious things."



Quality status[]

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

Interaction description[]

These desciptions appear specifically when the value changes.

  • [0] The Chiropterous Hoarder is transformed.
  • [1] The Chiropterous Hoarder has joined your crew as an officer.

Interactions[]

Interactions in Brief[]

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Interaction Action Result Type Change
An Ill-Designed Shop 'Recruit the Chiropterous Hoarder' Default / Challenge Fail = 1
Resolution 'Bid your officer a temporary farewell' Default / Challenge Fail = 0
Resolution 'Bid your officer a temporary farewell' Default / Challenge Fail = 0

Interactions in Detail[]

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Story Action Required Effect
An Ill-Designed Shop Recruit the Chiropterous Hoarder Default:


Resolution Bid your officer a temporary farewell Default:
Bid your officer a temporary farewell Default:


Triggered Events[]

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Story Requirements Type Location
The Auroral Sommelier
    • Chiropterous Hoarder ≤ 0
Story Event (Always :100%) The Village Green
The Chiropterous Hoarder
    • Chiropterous Hoarder ≥ 1
Story Event (Always :100%) Limbo
Recruit the Multiplicitous Hoarder
    • Chiropterous Hoarder ≤ 0
Story Event (Always :100%) King's Idyll Station
Recruit the Immutable Hoarder
    • Chiropterous Hoarder ≤ 0
Story Event (Always :100%) King's Idyll Station


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