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| Mr Pennies | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Data ID | 277525 |
Mr Pennies is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
The cloaked figure beckons to you. "Valuables for sale," it wheezes, its voice throaty and high-pitched. "Exchange for buried time, yes? Please?" It offers unusual relics in exchange, or a few rusted coins that would barely buy transport to anywhere else.
Trigger conditions[]
Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)
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Interactions[]
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| Talk to Mr Pennies
The miners try to ignore it, but it must have some reason to bother setting up its stall here.
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The importance of a second
"Everything ends," the figure wheezes. "Even law. For everything, a reckoning. Need help. Need hours. Postpone reckoning. Shadows with thistle ropes and broken wings, waiting on riverbank to catch final breath. Everything dies. Must outlast. We trade, yes? Trade Hours? We trade Hours now, yes? Good quality merchandise..."
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| Exchange Hours for an Otherworldly Artefact
Mr Pennies pushes a selection of trinkets across his table. A dried chorister bee's wing. A Watchful Curio. Nothing special. Hmm. These little offerings have some promise, though.
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A trade is made
You provide a fragment of Hours for sale; a few seconds at most. Pennies snatches them up with the blackened and leathery appendage that reaches out of its shroud. Mr Pennies shakes as it sniffs at the little cigar box and the sprinkling of calcified time within. "Yeeeeeees," it whines. "Will do, will suffice!"
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| Exchange your Hours for money
A pitiful exchange for only the most piteous. Desperate as it is, the cloaked figure appears surprised that one such as yourself would make such a trade.
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A very poor trade is made
You provide a small sample of Hours for sale; a few seconds at most. Pennies claws for it with a blackened, leathery appendage. Mr Pennies shakes as it sniffs at the little cigar box and the sprinkling of calcified time within. "Yeeeeeees," it whines. "Will do, will suffice!"
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Advanced alteration value probably needs examination.
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| Show Mr Barleycorn's seal
This moth-eaten creature looks pathetic in comparison, but there must be a connection.
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A sight from far away
Mr Pennies pounces on the seal. "The seneschal," it wheezes. "One of seven. Still loyal? Yes. Always loyal. Always waiting for reward. No reward for those who serve the Messengers. Always outcasts. Always disappointed. Here. Take seal. May help."
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| Return to the miners
They are, at least, a cheerier bunch to spend time with.
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 The Hanged Man
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| Introduce the Short-Sighted Cryptozoologist
She's travelled a long way to meet this particular Curator.
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Obsession at first sight
The Cryptozoologist beams with excitement. "Oh, I have so many questions! Where does your species come from? How did you learn to speak English? What do you call yourselves – I mean, it can't be 'Curator' in your own language, right? What's the difference between a Master and just a Mister, no offence? Ooh. What do you look like under that cloak? Are there female Curators?"
She lifts the now terrified looking Mr Pennies' hood and squeals. "You're adorable! How do you fit those wings in there? And—" You leave her to it. She seems happy enough. Mr Pennies, perhaps not.
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