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| In Search of the Presumptuous Heiress | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Data ID | 287301 |
In Search of the Presumptuous Heiress is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
The Macabre Counsellor commissioned you to find and free her daughter, the Presumptuous Heiress. First, you'll need to find her among the debutantes.
Trigger conditions[]
Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)
Interactions[]
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| Search the dining hall
The Macabre Counsellor provided you with a fulsome description, several charcoal sketches and a lock of hair. Unfortunately, almost everyone here is young, comely and slavishly contemporary with current fashions.
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| Thwarted
It's so hard to tell these debutantes apart. Similar hair, similar make-up, similar manners. The same guffaws and giggles. Every one of them resplendent in distracting finery. The Heiress must be here somewhere, but you can't find her. Perhaps you can try again another time.
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| An entanglement
There she is! Her mass of dark brown curls is set off with a spray of curving blue-black feathers so high they scrape the low ceiling.
She leans on a grand piano, talking to the pianist: a lady of comparable build, with similar brown curls, an identical chin, and matching eyes. They could be sisters. Oh. Apparently, the Macabre Counsellor has two daughters. She said nothing of this. No doubt it will prove to be a complication. There are too many people nearby to speak with either sister discreetly. But in the evening there will be a ball. Perhaps you'll have a chance then?
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| Ask around
Perhaps with sufficiently enticing gossip you could coax her identity from another debutante.
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An entanglement
A Laconic Popinjay listens avidly to your scandalous story, then inclines his fan towards a young lady leaning on the grand piano.
That's her! Her mass of dark brown curls is set off with a spray of curving blue-black feathers so high they scrape the low ceiling. She is talking to the pianist: a lady of comparable build, with similar brown curls, an identical chin, and matching eyes. They could be sisters. Oh. Apparently, the Macabre Counsellor has two daughters. She said nothing of this. No doubt it will prove to be a complication. There are too many people nearby to speak with either sister discreetly. But in the evening there will be a ball. Perhaps you'll have a chance then?
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| Search the gathering
The Macabre Counsellor provided you with a fulsome description, several charcoal sketches and a lock of hair. Unfortunately, almost everyone here is young, comely and slavishly contemporary with current fashions.
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Failed event | |
| Thwarted
It's so hard to tell these debutantes apart. Similar hair, similar make-up, similar manners. The same guffaws and giggles. Every one of them resplendent in distracting finery. The Heiress must be here somewhere, but you can't find her. Perhaps you can try again another time.
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| An entanglement
There she is! Her mass of dark brown curls is set off with a spray of curving blue-black feathers so high they scrape the low ceiling.
She dips a spoon into lurid green soup, talking irritably with the diner opposite: a lady of comparable build, with similar brown curls, an identical chin, and matching eyes. They could be sisters. Oh. Apparently, the Macabre Counsellor has two daughters. She said nothing of this. No doubt it will prove to be a complication. There are too many people nearby to speak with either sister discreetly. But in the evening there will be a ball. Perhaps you'll have a chance then?
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| Ask around
Perhaps with sufficiently enticing gossip you could coax her identity from another debutante.
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An entanglement
A Laconic Popinjay listens avidly to your scandalous story, then inclines his fan towards a young lady leaning on the grand piano.
That's her! Her mass of dark brown curls is set off with a spray of curving blue-black feathers so high they scrape the low ceiling. She dips a spoon into lurid green soup, talking irritably with the diner opposite: a lady of comparable build, with similar brown curls, an identical chin, and matching eyes. They could be sisters. Oh. Apparently, the Macabre Counsellor has two daughters. She said nothing of this. No doubt it will prove to be a complication. There are too many people nearby to speak with either sister discreetly. But in the evening there will be a ball. Perhaps you'll have a chance then?
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Links[]
Links In[]
The Half-Light Masque: Morning, The Half-Light Masque: Afternoon
Links Out[]
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