Metamorphosis

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Metamorphosis
Category	Story Event
Type	Story
Data ID	288350

Metamorphosis is a Sunless Skies Story Event.

Story description

You wander through the halls of Piranesi, picking up abandoned instruments and tools. Sitting at a canvas, you find yourself remembering portraits you never painted. Hefting a hammer, you recall a house you never built. These are the aspects of old prisoners, discarded. They have been left to encourage transformation in those still entombed. You flit between them. You gather. You discard. The distinction between your past and Piranesi's cast-offs starts to blur.

Trigger conditions

Location: Piranesi
Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)

Interactions

Actions	Requirements	Effects						Notes
What happened to your scars? This flesh hasn't been whole in a long, long time.	Sky-Story ≥ 1 Past: Scarred ≥ 1 Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold ≤ 0 Past: Scandal ≤ 0	Modification You find yourself sitting at an easel, and the canvas is your own flesh. In one hand, you're holding a brush as sharp as a knife.		Exchange scarred flesh for a scarred mind Your old injury fades. So does the memory.		Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold = 20 [You said what you had to, and they sent you home] +1 x Amendment of Self Past: Scarred = 0 -1 x Sky-Story
				Exchange scarred flesh for a scarred heart Your old injury fades. A tear comes unbidden to your eye.		Past: Scandal = 10 [You were embroiled in a torrid affair] Past: Scarred = 0 -1 x Sky-Story +1 x Amendment of Self
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
What happened to your scars? This flesh hasn't been whole in a long, long time.	Sky-Story ≥ 1 Past: Scarred ≥ 1 Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold ≤ 0 Past: Scandal ≥ 1	Modification You find yourself sitting at an easel, and the canvas is your own flesh. In one hand, you're holding a brush as sharp as a knife.		Exchange scarred flesh for a scarred mind Your old injury fades. So does the memory.		-1 x Sky-Story +1 x Amendment of Self Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold = 20 [You said what you had to, and they sent you home] Past: Scarred = 0
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
What happened to your scars? This flesh hasn't been whole in a long, long time.	Sky-Story ≥ 1 Past: Scarred ≥ 1 Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold ≥ 1 Past: Scandal ≤ 0	Modification You find yourself sitting at an easel, and the canvas is your own flesh. In one hand, you're holding a brush as sharp as a knife.		Exchange scarred flesh for a scarred heart Your old injury fades. A tear comes unbidden to your eye.		Past: Scandal = 10 [You were embroiled in a torrid affair] Past: Scarred = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Sky-Story
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
Did you ever create anything worthwhile? Or was that merely your imagination? A fire within you goes out.	Moment of Inspiration ≥ 1 Past: Your Masterpiece ≥ 1 Past: Scandal ≤ 0 Past: Scarred ≤ 0	Vandalism You find yourself standing before your magnum opus, your pride and joy, the masterpiece you spent so long slaving over. How did this find its way into Piranesi? In your hands, you hold a hammer and a burning torch.		Exchange insight for indulgence You never completed your masterpiece. You drank it away.		Past: Scandal = 20 [You took part in a parade of debauchery] Past: Your Masterpiece = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Moment of Inspiration
				Exchange ingenuity for injury Your masterpiece went wrong.		Past: Scarred = 20 [A breached pipe. A jet of scalding steam. You spent a week on the brink, trapped in boiling dreams] Past: Your Masterpiece = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Moment of Inspiration
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
Did you ever create anything worthwhile? Or was that merely your imagination? A fire within you goes out.	Moment of Inspiration ≥ 1 Past: Your Masterpiece ≥ 1 Past: Scandal ≥ 1 Past: Scarred ≤ 0	Vandalism You find yourself standing before your magnum opus, your pride and joy, the masterpiece you spent so long slaving over. How did this find its way into Piranesi? In your hands, you hold a hammer and a burning torch.		Exchange ingenuity for injury Your masterpiece went wrong.		Past: Scarred = 20 [A breached pipe. A jet of scalding steam. You spent a week on the brink, trapped in boiling dreams] -1 x Moment of Inspiration Past: Your Masterpiece = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
Did you ever create anything worthwhile? Or was that merely your imagination? A fire within you goes out.	Moment of Inspiration ≥ 1 Past: Your Masterpiece ≥ 1 Past: Scandal ≤ 0 Past: Scarred ≥ 1	Vandalism You find yourself standing before your magnum opus, your pride and joy, the masterpiece you spent so long slaving over. How did this find its way into Piranesi? In your hands, you hold a hammer and a burning torch.		Exchange insight for indulgence You never completed your masterpiece. You drank it away.		Past: Scandal = 20 [You took part in a parade of debauchery] Past: Your Masterpiece = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Moment of Inspiration
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
You were imprisoned elsewhere, once, but that's fading... Was there ever anywhere but Piranesi?	Past: A Spell in Prison ≥ 1 Tale of Terror ≥ 1 Past: Your Masterpiece ≤ 0 Past: Scandal ≤ 0	Freedom Hidden in an alcove behind a set of winding stairs, you stumble upon a bedraggled bird in a cage. When it sings, you recognise the wind that used to howl through your old cell's narrow window. Do you let the bird free?		From manacles to mechanicals In Piranesi, you build something. Memories of the old prison wash away.		-1 x Tale of Terror +1 x Amendment of Self Past: Your Masterpiece = 10 [A marvel of engineering] Past: A Spell in Prison = 0
				From chains of iron to chains of Honey So many indulgences to be found in Piranesi. There is no other prison quite like it. Not that you would know...		Past: Scandal = 20 [You took part in a parade of debauchery] +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Tale of Terror Past: A Spell in Prison = 0
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
You were imprisoned elsewhere, once, but that's fading... All you can remember is Piranesi.	Past: A Spell in Prison ≥ 1 Tale of Terror ≥ 1 Past: Your Masterpiece ≤ 0 Past: Scandal ≥ 1	Freedom Hidden in an alcove behind a set of winding stairs, you stumble upon a bedraggled bird in a cage. When it sings, you recognise the wind that used to howl through your old cell's narrow window. Do you let the bird free?		From manacles to mechanicals In Piranesi, you build something. Memories of the old prison wash away.		Past: Your Masterpiece = 10 [A marvel of engineering] -1 x Tale of Terror +1 x Amendment of Self Past: A Spell in Prison = 0
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you are.
You were imprisoned elsewhere, once, but that's fading... Was there ever anywhere but Piranesi?	Past: A Spell in Prison ≥ 1 Tale of Terror ≥ 1 Past: Your Masterpiece ≥ 1 Past: Scandal ≤ 0	Freedom Hidden in an alcove behind a set of winding stairs, you stumble upon a bedraggled bird in a cage. When it sings, you recognise the wind that used to howl through your old cell's narrow window. Do you let the bird free?		From chains of iron to chains of Honey So many indulgences to be found in Piranesi. There is no other prison quite like it. Not that you would know...		Past: Scandal = 20 [You took part in a parade of debauchery] -1 x Tale of Terror Past: A Spell in Prison = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
A newfound lucidity Painful memories seep away like bad dreams dissolved in dawn. Some of the good memories vanish too.	Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold ≥ 1 Vision of the Heavens ≥ 1 Past: A Spell in Prison ≤ 0 Past: Scarred ≤ 0	Relocation In one of Piranesi's cold stone rooms, you discover a strangely familiar red-and-gold dollhouse. Lifting the roof, you find that one of the dolls has your face. It would be easy to reach inside and grab it. You could smash it, or put it in one of Piranei's damp cobwebbed corners.		From red curtains to crimson wounds An old injury has been troubling you again recently for the first time.		Past: Scarred = 10 [There is a bullet-scar beside your heart] Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Vision of the Heavens
				From gold fittings to damp stone walls Hotel? What hotel? Sometimes they called the old gaol a hotel, but only in jest.		+1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Vision of the Heavens Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold = 0 Past: A Spell in Prison = 10 [You served your time quietly. You dreamed of release]
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
A newfound lucidity Painful memories seep away like bad dreams dissolved in dawn. Fond memories vanish too.	Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold ≥ 1 Vision of the Heavens ≥ 1 Past: A Spell in Prison ≥ 1 Past: Scarred ≤ 0	Relocation In one of Piranesi's cold stone rooms, you discover a strangely familiar red-and-gold dollhouse. Lifting the roof, you find that one of the dolls has your face. It would be easy to reach inside and grab it. You could smash it, or put it in one of Piranei's damp cobwebbed corners.		From red curtains to crimson wounds An old injury has been troubling you again recently for the first time.		Past: Scarred = 10 [There is a bullet-scar beside your heart] +1 x Amendment of Self Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold = 0 +1 x Vision of the Heavens
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
A newfound lucidity Painful memories seep away like bad dreams dissolved in dawn. Fond memories vanish too.	Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold ≥ 1 Vision of the Heavens ≥ 1 Past: A Spell in Prison ≤ 0 Past: Scarred ≥ 1	Relocation In one of Piranesi's cold stone rooms, you discover a strangely familiar red-and-gold dollhouse. Lifting the roof, you find that one of the dolls has your face. It would be easy to reach inside and grab it. You could smash it, or put it in one of Piranei's damp cobwebbed corners.		From gold fittings to damp stone walls Hotel? What hotel? Sometimes they called the old gaol a hotel, but only in jest.		Past: A Spell in Prison = 10 [You served your time quietly. You dreamed of release] +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Vision of the Heavens Past: An Interlude in Red and Gold = 0
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
Indiscretions, forgotten You no longer take any pride in your notoriety, nor feel any shame.	Past: Scandal ≥ 1 Salon-Stewed Gossip ≥ 1 Past: A Spell in Prison ≤ 0 Past: Your Masterpiece ≤ 0	Revision You come across a bookshelf. Upon it: a thick layer of dust, a fountain pen, and a single book. You recognise it. Your old diary, from before you commanded a train. When you open it, the ink crumbles away at a brush of your fingernail. It would take no effort at all to scrub out these old words and add new ones.		From locks of hair to locks on doors No debauchery for you. Just gruel, and a damp stone cell.		Past: A Spell in Prison = 20 [You ruled your prison corridor like a robber-king. Your punishments were less than you deserved] -1 x Salon-Stewed Gossip Past: Scandal = 0 +1 x Amendment of Self
				From infamy to prestige Scandal? No, you must be misremembering. You did great things, and your reputation is pristine.		+1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Salon-Stewed Gossip Past: Scandal = 0 Past: Your Masterpiece = 20 [A scathing critique of the New Astronomy]
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
Indiscretions, forgotten You no longer take any pride in your notoriety, nor feel any shame.	Past: Scandal ≥ 1 Salon-Stewed Gossip ≥ 1 Past: A Spell in Prison ≥ 1 Past: Your Masterpiece ≤ 0	Revision You come across a bookshelf. Upon it: a thick layer of dust, a fountain pen, and a single book. You recognise it. Your old diary, from before you commanded a train. When you open it, the ink crumbles away at a brush of your fingernail. It would take no effort at all to scrub out these old words and add new ones.		From infamy to prestige Scandal? No, you must be misremembering. You did great things, and your reputation is pristine.		Past: Your Masterpiece = 20 [A scathing critique of the New Astronomy] +1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Salon-Stewed Gossip Past: Scandal = 0
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
Indiscretions, forgotten You no longer take any pride in your notoriety, nor feel any shame.	Past: Scandal ≥ 1 Salon-Stewed Gossip ≥ 1 Past: A Spell in Prison ≤ 0 Past: Your Masterpiece ≥ 1	Revision You come across a bookshelf. Upon it: a thick layer of dust, a fountain pen, and a single book. You recognise it. Your old diary, from before you commanded a train. When you open it, the ink crumbles away at a brush of your fingernail. It would take no effort at all to scrub out these old words and add new ones.		From locks of hair to locks on doors No debauchery for you. Just gruel, and a damp stone cell.		+1 x Amendment of Self -1 x Salon-Stewed Gossip Past: A Spell in Prison = 20 [You ruled your prison corridor like a robber-king. Your punishments were less than you deserved] Past: Scandal = 0
				Never mind all that You force yourself to remember who you currently are.
On second thoughts... Piranesi demands too much.		Triggers event:  Incarceration

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