Prospects are opportunities to earn more Sovereigns selling items in Sunless Skies.
Overview[]
In regular port 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.
Prospects are item requests made by characters stationed at various ports. They require delivery of an amount of a certain item to a certain port's Bazaar. By doing so, you will sell the item for a higher value than at a regular market. By delivering all of what was requested, you will earn a pay bonus in addition to the Sovereigns gained through the sale.
For example, if you accept the prospect for delivering three Sacks of Verdant Seeds to Magdalene's at 80 Sovereigns each, you will need to find them and drop them off at Magdalene's Bazaar. By delivering all three, you will not only gain 80 Sovereigns per item (3 x 80 = 240 Sovereigns total), but also a bonus 100 Sovereigns on top of that (340 Sovereigns total). Compare this to selling them at a regular shop, where you will gain 40 Sovereigns per sack, netting you a total of just 120 Sovereigns.
Prospects can only be obtained from the Bazaar of the largest port in each region, and you can only accept up to four at once. They can be checked and abandoned on the Hold screen. They also will not expire, meaning that you can spend time chasing Bargains for an even bigger profit.
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 for you to take.
Very rarely, accepting Prospects from major ports may unlocked An Opportunity events where you can purchase a bulk of cargo in minor ports.
Possible Prospects[]
New Winchester[]
In The Reach, prospects are only available at the New Winchester Bazaar.
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Extra Time for Titania
A recent visitation by the Candlewind has withered the orchards that grow in Titania's nature reserve. The mayor will pay an excellent price for five Barrels of Unseasoned Hours which they can use to encourage the growth of new trees. If you complete this Prospect you will receive Visions of the Heavens. |
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The Rhapsodic Mayor breathes a sigh of relief when you deliver the hours. "Wonderful. We'll dig these into the soil to mature the new trees." The old trees, gnarled and grey, with candle-flames still dancing on their dead twigs like autumn leaves, are being felled and dragged away.
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Hours for the Leadbeater & Stainrod Nature Reserve
'Captain required to supply up to five Barrels of Hours to the Leadbeater & Stainrod Nature Reserve. Please report to Capability's Cabins on arrival. Discretion prioritised.' |
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A Superior Researcher has the barrels carried into a timbered laboratory. She hands over your pay. "This is for your service," she says. "And this for your silence." She deposits a serpentine plant in a clay pot in your hands. It purrs, gently.
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Hours for the Circus' Ringmaster
'Wanted: up to five Barrels of Unseasoned Hours. Deliver to: the Ringmaster, Polmear & Plenty's Inconceivable Circus, the Reach.' |
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"A gentleman must prepare for his retirement," the Ringmaster says. "I intend mine to be long and indolent." You join him at the fire to drink cups of chorister-nectar and watch the stars wheel.
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The Carillon Connection
The Windward Company have been unable to break the Tacketies' hold on hours-mining. To keep their refineries busy, they have recruited representatives to purchase hours from unaligned captains. A Pensive Devil at Carillon will pay 150 sovereigns each for up to five Barrels of Unseasoned Hours. |
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The Pensive Devil asks you many questions – about your journey, your engine, your crew, your cargo, your past – before he is satisfied and hands over your payment. "I'm sure our Stovepipe friends will be pleased."
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Bronzewood for Port Avon
'Cricket season is nigh! Mr Sharma of Port Avon will pay for five consignments of Bronzewood to furnish the village team with bats, bials, stumps, shin-pads and protective cups to minimise damage to delicate areas.' |
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Delighted by your arrival, the villagers invite you to afternoon tea on the green. There is an alarming surfeit of scones, and you are pressed to take rather a lot of them away with you.
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Bronzewood for the Prosper Engine Yards
The notice reads: 'Loyal captains! The General Manager of the Windward Company is prepared to pay handsomely for up to 7 consignments of Bronzewood to be delivered to the Port Prosper engine yards as soon as possible.' It ends with the Company's motto: 'Progress marches on!' |
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The engine yards are a riot of activity. A Stolid Clerk signs for the wood while hammers clang and foremen bellow. They're building new engines. "The Company is grateful, captain," the clerk says, including a freshly-stamped permit with your payment.
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Carving the Erlking's Head
The owner of the Erlking's Head in Titania needs to expand his establishment, and only premium-grade wood will do. He asks for a captain to drop off five slabs of Bronzewood. Completing this Prospect will award Otherworldly Artefacts. |
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The owner of the Erlking's Head slaps his hand on the Bronzewood. "That's a right beaut of a piece. If I can find summat that'll carve it, the sign'll last forever."
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All the Comforts of Home
With the Tacketies on the run, and the trade routes from London secure, the Stovepipes are growing accustomed to certain luxuries. A prosperous Company shareholder at Port Prosper is prepared to pay 210 sovereigns each for up to nine Caddies of Dried Tea. |
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The Company shareholder is hosting a party to celebrate the publication of a set of pamphlets on the Company's successes. Your delivery arrives just in time.
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Defending the Titanian Outpost of the House of Cavy
An awkwardly written note claims that 'the grate hose of cavy' requires munitions for its defence. There is a large paw-print in the corner. The guinea pigs require five Carefully-Packed Crate of Munitions to be dropped off – carefully – at Titania. If you complete this Prospect you will gain a Moment of Inspiration. |
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Midnight. A cloaked guinea pig, the representative of the House of Cavy, meets you at the station. While a work-team of his comrades struggle to unload the munitions, he sees to your payment. "Every nation has the right to defend its holdfast!" he proclaims, and launches into a short but inspiring speech.
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Monetary Munitions: Explosives for Lustrum
'An Opportunity for Fearless Captains: Sweet Jane's Counting House on Lustrum requires five Crates of Munitions in order to enforce a claim against the Windward Company. Remuneration generous.' |
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Sweet Jane takes the munitions herself, hauling the crates into the backroom with surprising speed. She refuses to be drawn on why she needs them, but she does throw in a significant bonus when the subject comes up.
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Munitions for Port Prosper's Parsimonious Chairman
The Parsimonious Chairman of the Windward Company is looking to outfit a dozen more engines with 'the appropriate precautions'. He requires guns in satisfactory quantities. (Deliver up to three Carefully-Packed Crates of Munitions to Port Prosper.) |
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The Parsimonious Chairman is apparently delighted, and pours you both an almost but not quite indecent measure of brandy. "So good to do business with a sky-captain with an eye to the future."
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Munitions for the Lustrum Mines
The Tacketies, dominant in the Reach, intend to further their hold on the hours-mining industry, and demand better rates from Windward Company refineries. Prospectors are organising, in order to employ more intensive digging methods. One such mining association at Lustrum requires up to nine Crates of Munitions, and will pay 135 sovereigns for each. |
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Pleased, the head of the mining association throws in a barrel of freshly-dug hours, and a chart from her days in a Tackety scouting militia.
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Things That Go Bang in Titania
The retired Corporal in charge of Titania's Imperial Museum is running low on gunpowder for his cannons. His neighbours sometimes suggest it might be better if he didn't fire them on the hour, every hour. Few of them, though, dare to suggest it twice. He requires five Carefully-Packed Crates of Munitions to be sent to him in Titania. Completing this Prospect will grant Ministry-Stamped Permits. |
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"Jolly good!" The Corporal shakes your hand. "Damn shame the cantankeri don't fly near, what? Would make for good target practice!" As an additional thank you, he hands over a small subsection of the permits he obtained to own and fire the cannons.
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Eyes for a Princess of Titania
A sculptor from Titania is looking to complete a statue of the Captivating Princess with some freshly cut gems. Only the finest will do, so he needs three Casks of Navaratine Gemstones. Completing this Prospect will grant a Moment of Inspiration. |
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The sculptor has almost finished his work. It's has captured the Princess uncannily: the beauty, the poise, the danger. He begins digging through the casks of gemstones, discarding each in turn: "Too dull, too flawed, too lurid, too characterless..." You leave him to it.
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The Admiral's China: Crockery for Port Avon
London's Erratic Admiral is a tactical genius, but perilously fragile. Unless his daily routine adheres to exact specifications his inspiration abandons him, and the loss of his tea set in a recent engagement has rendered him entirely ineffective. His batman, currently recuperating at Port Avon, seeks an exact replacement. He will pay 110s for each of up to five Crates of Nostalgic Crockery. |
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The Admiral's batman rummages through the crockery with increasing excitement. "Some of these might do! We'll soon have the Admiral back in the thick of things!"
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Fine Cutlery for Titanian High Tea
Titania's tea-salon is starting to receive high-class guests unwilling to eat with wooden spoons. A few pieces of high-quality silverware would be welcome. They have requested five Crates of Nostalgic Crockery, to be delivered to Titania. |
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The waitress at the tea-shop admires a silver spoon. "Just right for our toff crowd. Got to be perfect. That's why I huff twice on their glasses before rubbing 'em clean."
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A Polyphonic Penance: Nectar for Carillon
The devils of Carillon are experimenting with a new penance involving close-harmony singing. They request up to five Gourds of Chorister Nectar, which is considered a vocal panacea by opera singers and actors. |
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The Presiding Deviless takes the gourds herself. "Fabulous. We would hate for the limitations of the penitents' vocal chords to obstruct their treatment"
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Nectar for Magdalene's
'Magdalene's, the House of Small Comfort, requires up to three Gourds of Chorister Nectar. Only respectable businesspersons need apply.' |
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The Amenable Host takes the gourds from you. "Marvellous. A number of our staff need to speak in voices that are not their own, and chorister nectar works wonders upon the vocal chords." He smiles warmly. " Why don't you stay a while? Enjoy the facilities?"
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Souls for Port Prosper
'Lord _______ of Port Prosper requires three consignments of souls for an infernally-themed party to celebrate his diamond wedding anniversary. The quality of the souls is immaterial; their function will be purely decorative. God save the Queen, etc.' |
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A butler receives the bottled souls at the servant's entrance to a grand townhouse. "Thank you. And, please, accept this small additional sum, as an indication of how highly we value your discretion."
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Souls for the Titanian Poets
Is poetry rooted in the soul? If it is, could a lesser poet be inspired by the soul of a greater one? A circle of Titanian aesthetes at the Eleutherian Academy is willing to try. They want five Jumbles of Undistinguished Souls to be delivered to Titania. Completing this Prospect will grant a Cryptic Benefactor. |
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A student poet meets you quietly on the docks and pays for the souls. "Surely one of these must have been a poet," she mutters, sorting through the souls. Her circle will be pleased.
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Dust-Jackets of Deceit: Literature for Lustrum
The beleaguered Tacketies need to build sympathy for their cause. Word has reached you that the Whiskered Evangelist in Lustrum requires up to five crates of Ministry-Approved Literature. No one knows why. |
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The Whiskered Evangelist pays promptly. He has a plan for the books: to replace the middle pages with pro-independence pamphlets and distribute them to schools and workworlds.
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Literature for Polmear & Plenty
'Wanted: up to five consignments of Literature. Genre, literary merit and moral worth irrelevant. Deliver to: the Ringmaster, Polmear & Plenty's Inconceivable Circus, the Reach.' |
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The Ringmaster beams with delight as he inspects your final volume. "Looks dreadful," he says cheerily. "Just the thing to invigorate our next performance."
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Literature for the Titanian Library
The Curator of Titania's new Library is stocking it with as robust a collection as he can manage. But to avoid trouble with the Ministry, he needs five crates of Ministry-Approved Literature, to fill the lower, more visible shelves. If you complete this Prospect, you will gain Savage Secrets. |
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"Ah, these are splendid!" declares the Curator, looking at the Ministry-approved books. "Yes, cozy, unchallenging and anodyne. These will be the rough in which we can hide our diamonds." He indicates another pile of books, piled on his desk: works uncensored by the Ministry.
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Literature for Traitor's Wood
The Summerset students camped in the dark wood require fresh material for their continued studies, entertainment, and occasionally, roughage. They've requested five consignments of Ministry-Approved Literature. |
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The classicists are delighted, but you can't please the theologians. Too fanciful, apparently. The medievalists cannot seem to come to a definitive conclusion. You're paid well all the same and invited to go star-gazing in the Palewood.
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Experiment-Grade Glass for Titania
The Royal Society Enclave in Titania gets through much stained glass, with both its telescopes and experiments aimed at the dangers of the Wilderness. They require more. Five Panes of Stained Glass, to be precise. Completing this Prospect will grant a Condemned Experiment. |
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The scientists of the Enclave pounce upon the glass, already assigning colours and thicknesses to their experiments. "Perfect quality, Captain. This will do nicely."
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Glass for the Titanian branch of the Royal Society
The Great Exhibition at Titania is already starting to look slightly run-down. Some new windows will help restore its former beauty. The Titanian branch of the Royal Society have requested that someone deliver five Panes of Stained Glass. Completing this Prospect will grant a Moment of Inspiration. |
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"Careful with that, it's fragile!" The Royal Society engineer turns to you. "Beautiful craftsmanship, Captain. Can't wait to see the light burst through it."
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The Winchester Windows
A mob, allegedly sponsored by the Windward Company, recently shattered some of the stained glass windows of Victory Hall, seat of the Colonial Assembly. A renowned glazier at Titania has been commissioned to manufacture a replacement, even more magnificent than the last. She will pay for up to five Panes of Stained Glass. |
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The glazier frowns. "It's one thing to squabble over politics. It's another thing entirely to destroy art." She looks at the pile you've brought her and nods, tersely. "This will do. I suppose I should thank you."
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Seeds for Port Avon
Attention! The Annual Allotment Competition Looms on Port Avon. Up to three Sacks of Verdant Seeds required urgently! Deliver to the vicar at the Nowhere Inn as soon as possible, if not before!' |
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The vicar is delighted. "Hah! Shan't be the laughing stock of the village this year. I shall even put the carpenter's marrows to shame. Thank you for recognising the importance of our competition."
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Seeds for Lustrum's Free Colonists
An enthusiastic notice reads: 'An OPPORTUNITY for captains of INDEPENDENT SPIRIT! Generous payment offered for up to SEVEN SACKS of VERDANT SEEDS to be delivered to the HANGED MAN at LUSTRUM.' |
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A Silvered Captain pays your fee and has his crew takes the sacks away. "For my retirement." While his crew work, he regales you with war stories about furtive clashes between Company engines and Tackety scouts. "The sky keeps our secrets."
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[ALWAYS]Seeds for Magdalene's
Magdalene's provides comfort and sympathy to the weary skyfarer. Its hosts will tell you any lie you need to hear. Some of those lies require flowers. The Amenable Host wants up to three sacks of Verdant Seeds, and will pay eighty sovereigns for each. |
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The Amenable Host smiles. "Just what we needed! Although I must admit, I do miss roses. And lilies. And bluebells. Still, these celestial blooms have their own virtues. Some of them weep, you know." He pays you a generous gratuity.
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Seeds for Titania
The Rhapsodic Mayor of Titania seeks interesting plants for her new nature reserve. The more colourful, the better. She seeks five Sacks of Verdant Seeds, to be delivered to Titania. |
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You find the Mayor taking a bracing early morning swim. While you avert your gaze, she emerges from the water and dons a towelling robe that satisfies the needs of decorum. "Excellent. Thank you. I'll set someone sprouting these immediately."
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Flowers for Titania
A Florid Landscapist is planning a modest floral garden in Titania to commemorate the birthday of whatever dead artist, composer or poet is currently in vogue. She requires Verdant Seeds, and lots of them. Five sacks, to be exact. |
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"That should do it!" the Florid Landscapist declares. She stores the sacks carefully away from any sources of water, for the flora of the Reach is dangerously ebullient when nourished. "Impeccable service. Please accept this additional compensation."
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In Albion, prospects are only available at the London Bazaar.
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An Astronomical Opportunity: Hours for the Royal Society
The astronomers at Nell's Tower are struggling to keep up with their increased workload. The Ministry has them at their great telescope every hour of the day. More time would be greatly appreciated. Three Barrels of Unseasoned Hours are requested. |
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The Supercilious Bursar takes your delivery with unfeigned delight. "Thank you! Thank you! I'll have the loom spin these forthwith!" |
A Surfeit of Sunlight: Bombazine for the Mausoleum
The Luminous Cardinal is engaged in a struggle with the current dazzling glare of the Clockwork Sun. It is washing out the black drapes and disturbing the much-deserved sleep of the Deathless. Bombazine cloth drinks light. He will require three rolls of it, for starters. |
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The Luminous Cardinal holds your delivery to the light. The cloth drinks the sunlight thirstily, darkening to an even more resplendent black. "This will serve. The Macabre Counsellor will, regrettably, be very pleased."
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In Memoriam: Gemstones for the Mausoleum
Her Renewed Majesty has ordered the construction of a memorial chapel for the labourers who, during the Promised Days, gave their lives to lay the foundations of Albion. Five Casks of Navaratine Gemstones are required for its grand mural, to depict the blood, the sweat and the tears. |
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The Direful Chamberlain takes your consignment with customary gloom. "Serviceable. Which is, let's face it, all that we can really hope for." High praise.
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Somber Ceramics: Crockery for the Macabre Counsellor
The Macabre Counsellor's afternoon teas at the Most Serene Mausoleum are notorious for their sepulchral decor and clinical dissection of political events. She insists on appropriately sombre tableware to accompany them, and if a single saucer is chipped she replaces the entire set. Her staff require three sets of Nostalgic Crockery, in case of future breakages. |
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A Doddery Butler painstakingly counts out your payment. "The Counsellor is grateful," he wheezes, and hands it over with a receipt of goods. Later, you realise he also accidentally gave you something else.
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Upkeep in the Undercroft: Bronzewood for Parliament
'Required: five consignments of good Bronzewood, for vital restoration works to the Parliamentary undercroft.' |
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The Member is beside herself with glee. "Oh, wonderful. We'll be able to stock the good wines from Pan again." She coughs. "I mean. Re-open an important forum for facilitating bi-partisan camaraderie."
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Fulminous Festivities: Fireworks for Parliament
A Zealous Undersecretary is already planning next year's Guy Fawkes' Night: a vital celebration of parliamentary democracy and high explosives. He wants the festivities' fireworks to be seen (and heard) all the way in London, and is prepared to pay well for three Carefully-Packed Crates of sufficiently dangerous Munitions. |
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The undersecretary asks probing, inexpert questions about the yield, lumens, and decibels of your delivery. "I want them to rattle Her Majesty's china," he admits, savagely.
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Cordite and Order: Munitions for Brabazon
'The Governor of Brabazon Workworld requires five Crates of Munitions. Immediately, if not sooner. Trouble brewing. Malcontents. Ingrates. Workers.' |
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Two overseers are on hand to haul away your crates. They open a heavy iron door, and place the crates inside, to rest amongst dozens of similar crates. You are thanked for your trouble.
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Enough Tea to Fuel the Sun
The Clockwork Sun does not, of course, run on tea. But the battalion of engineers who maintain it surely must. Every month, a new tender for three Caddies of Dried Tea is offered. Regular as — yes — clockwork. |
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A Solitary Foreman asks you to wheel the tea through empty corridors to a storeroom. It is stacked with identical, unopened, dust-covered crates. Either the Sun's engineers don't like tea (unthinkable!) or there are fewer of them than is presumed.
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The Fruits of Labour: Literature for the Clockwork Sun
The Dazzled Sequencer requires five consignments of Ministry-Approved Literature for the engineers who maintain the Clockwork Sun, to remind them of the culture that their hard work sustains. |
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The Dazzled Sequencer thumbs through the books with little interest. "I'm sure these will do. Although some of them seem frivolous. I prefer hymns, myself."
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The Celestial Exhibit: Glass to Worlebury
An Exuberant Architect at Worlebury-juxta-Mare intends to construct a glass hall to house a public exhibition of curiosities from across the heavens. He requires five Panes of Stained Glass. |
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The Exuberant Architect claps his hands with glee. "Oh, marvellous. Marvellous. We shall know glory yet. Do you think it'll get rather warm inside the hall? Ah, no matter. I'm sure we can stand a little heat!"
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Words in the Wind: Literature for the Avid Horizon
Those who remain at the Avid Horizon are desperate for diversion, distraction or escape. The authorities will pay for three consignments of more recent Ministry-Approved Literature to keep their charges content. |
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The planetary romances of the Turbulent Fabulist are notably popular among the denizens of the Horizon, as is Botheridge's 'A Tour of Heaven'. An amateur engineer gratefully offers to repair your engine before you depart.
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Fizz and Bang: Munitions for the Avid Horizon
Your Devil requests 'fireworks' for a display he's planning at the Avid Horizon. "Safety," he informs you in his missive, "is the province of the parochial and the literal-minded." Three Crates of Carefully-Packed Munitions are requested. |
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"Oh yes," the Devil's expression would have done much for Caravaggio's career had he ever seen it. "This will really lift the spirits here. And the roof."
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Choirs Ignite: Nectar for the Horizon
A curt note from your Devil requests an 'excess' of Chorister Nectar for the practice of the entire seven act opera 'Pandemonia: the Flight from Heaven's Chariot and the Progress through Dream's Embrace'. |
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The Devil takes the Nectar greedily, spiriting it away into the Home Bureau, where detainees lounge in varying stages of inebriation. "Their vocal chords won't know what's hit them."
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A Demonstration of Folly: Illicit Literature for the Avid Horizon
The Devil requests a body of literature on alternate theories of labour, the values of idleness, and the merits of treating every day as the Sabbath. Five Trunks of Illicit Literature are requested. |
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The Devil claps his hands with abject delight when he sees your troves of literature. "London has consigned its workers to idleness and decay, leaving their minds free for all sorts of antediluvian notions."
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Pan[]
In Eleutheria, prospects are only available at the Pan Bazaar.
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Time Off For Bad Behaviour: Hours to Eagle's Empyrean
A member of London's diplomatic corps is hunting for loyal Captains. "It's hard to bribe the Empyrean. They already have more than enough of most we could offer. Except Hours. That's about the only thing they need. Five barrels would be a good start." |
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The Embassy representative sifts a hand through the barrel of Hours, watching with fascination as time literally slips through his fingers. "Yes. These will help the wheels of diplomacy turn smoothly." |
Lord Langley's New Library: Bronzewood for Langley Hall
His absent Lordship's servants have put out an urgent request for high-quality building materials. The old library was mere mahogany and gold. His Lordship is no pauper! Three consignments of bronzewood should suffice. |
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Guests hurry to unload the wood. "About time you got here. We've got it all built, save the roof. Would've been just our luck if it had rained. Here. Take this as a bonus. Found it in the gardens."
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Propaganda on Parade: Literature to Eagle's Empyrean
A cloaked figure from the Ministry patrols the market, looking for skyfarers. '"Would you be interested in some patriotic work?" he asks. "The Khan is poisoning the minds of Eagle's Empyrean with spiteful stories about life in Albion. Worse, most of them are true. We plan to balance the books with some Ministry-Approved Literature. Shall we say five good volumes?" |
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A representative from the London Embassy meets you at the agreed drop-off point near the Lane of Lions and Unicorns. "Five volumes of poems by Mrs Frontispiece?" They sigh. "It'll do for now."
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A Taste of London: Tea for the Eagle's Empyrean
Thanks to your earlier efforts, subversive Albiophile book groups are spreading across the Eagle's Empyrean. The gatherings like to drink milky, sugary tea while they read, in the London fashion. A Nimble Trafficker is confident she can sell seven Caddies of Dried Tea at an elevated price. |
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The Nimble Trafficker unloads the crates into a shadowy warehouse. Soon, Albiophiles within the Empyrean will be meeting in secret, reading forbidden London texts, and making the increasingly familiar raised pinky-finger sign to identify each other.
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Brazen Acts of Reprisal: Caged Catches for Carillon
An angry member of the Neonocturnals approaches you. "The Brazen Brigade keeps interfering with our deliveries. How about you show those devils a thing or two, perhaps at that spa of theirs. Carillon." They explain their scheme. It involves seven Caged Catches. |
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Your crew unleashes the foul creatures into Carillon's water. Screams echo through the halls. Unfortunately, the devils just smile, appreciating the assistance. The Presiding Deviless even gives you a bonus.
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Let Them Eat Squid: Caged Catches for Piranesi
A hastily scratched note claims that the Chaplains at Piranesi will pay good money for fresh seafood. They do not seem to mind whether or not it is identifiable. Three Caged Catches should be a good start. |
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The Chaplain assigned to the kitchen takes the fresh meat, makes a small incision, and peels off the fur. He hangs it ready to be smoked, dried, and served to the prisoners as a special treat.
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Season of Liberation: Munitions to Eagle's Empyrean
Whispers amongst your contacts say that revolutionaries sent by the old Khan are working to bring down the Eagle. Anyone who can slide five Carefully-Packed Crates of Munitions into Eagle's Empyrean can expect to be richly rewarded. |
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Shadowy figures gather on the dock to receive your munitions, several of them with London accents. "You've kept our secret. Here's one for you, comrade."
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The Diplomatic Bag: Gemstones for Eagle's Empyrean
The London Embassy in the Eagle's Empyrean has a need for Navarantine Gemstones, to bribe officials who cannot be swayed with mere Sovereigns. Three Casks should suffice. |
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"Not a moment too soon," says the junior diplomat deemed expendable enough to handle such a flagrantly illegal transaction. "The fellow who handles smuggling is getting nosy. If he found out about this before we slipped them to him..." He shudders.
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Taking A Shine: Gemstones to the House of Rods and Chains
A researcher from the Royal Society investigates a chunk of amber. "Fascinating stuff. So many colours. I'm working with them to see what happens when I mix it with other things. I don't suppose you could track down, say, five Casks of Navaratine Gemstones to help with my alchemy?" |
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The Royal Society alchemist experiments with the gems and a Rubbery shapeling vat. It bubbles and overflows, hardening into strings of jewelled amber. From the sounds they make, the Rubbery Men seem pleased. Or confused. Or excited.
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A Sip Of Nostalgia: Crockery To Langley Hall
Port rumours say that Lord Langley's staff is running short on tableware. Five Crates of Nostalgic Crockery should be more than enough to keep them going. |
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"Ah, excellent." The staff quickly gathers up the crockery and carries it to the garden, where His Lordship's guests await with hunting rifles. "Throw!" calls one, aiming skyward. Shards of crockery rain down from on high.
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London's Gratitude: Crockery to the Empyrean
Your contacts at the London Embassy in the Empyrean send word that your services have warranted a bonus. Bring them five crates of Nostalgic Crockery and they will 'adjust' the paperwork to slide it past the Rose-Without-Thorns. |
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The delivery boy drops the crockery. Loudly. "Never mind," sighs the Ambassador. "Ah, yes, I promised a bonus. Have you visited Perdurance? I have a standing invitation, but alas, so much to do. Perhaps you would like to go in my stead?"
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Sweetening The Deal: Nectar for Achlys
The Bohemians of Achlys prize a blend of tea called Midnight's Favour. But that's hard to come by. "The local blends are very bitter," admits a past visitor. "Someone should take them a gourd or three of Chorister Nectar to sweeten them up." |
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The Bohemians invite you to join them in their revels, sipping honey tea laced with the hallucinogenic spores of the marsh. Together, you whisper the secret truths of your dreams.
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A Gift for the Thorn Maiden: Souls to Caduceus
A frustrated devil waits outside the gates, barred entry by the Rose-Binders. "I miss Old London. Your people were so much freer with your souls. I have to bring back something to lure—" He stops abruptly. "I don't suppose you have five Jumbles of Undistinguished Souls, do you? For now, I crave quantity over quality." |
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The Thorn-Maiden accepts your offering and tells you where to place them. Silver mirrors surround the hoard, multiplying your reflections into infinity. Some of your reflections are slower to react than others.
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The Eagle's Gratitude: Literature to the Empyrean
Your service to Eagle's Empyrean has been recognised. The Bespectacled Official sends word that if you can bring him some Ministry-Approved Literature as a cover story, he will offer you suitable reward. "Five bundles should be enough." |
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The Bespectacled Official happily flicks through his new collection. "And so, we both benefit from our relationship. If only all exchanges could be so equitable. How much did you declare on the customs form? Oh dear. Let me adjust that for you."
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The Master's New Cloak: Bombazine to the House of Rods and Chains
A retired zee captain beckons you over. "Birdie in my ear says someone at the House of Rods and Chains is looking for nice material for new cloaks. Three rolls should do it." |
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The zee-captain who advised you of this opportunity is waiting outside the towering obsidian spire, his shirt open and revealing a blinking eye embedded in his flesh. "Now I can make the master a worthy gift. Maybe then he'll free me."
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Under Cover of Darkness: Bombazine to the Eagle
A shady figure beckons you into the shadows. "You have the bombazine? For the Empyrean?" He realises you are not his contact and bolts. But you already have the information. Three rolls should be worth something to the Eagle's many enemies. |
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Your crew unloads the cargo onto the dock while you ponder where to take it. The clattering of a stone distracts you. When you look back, the crates are gone. In their place, your payment, delicately wrapped and finished with a bow.
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The Murgatroyd Run: Tea for Achlys
A merchant waits for rescue by a still-smoking locomotive. "We were running tea to the Murgatroyd family in Achlys when we got hit by the Candle-wind. It devoured the cargo and most of our supplies. Had to turn back." You ask a few delicate questions. It seems the Murgatroyds are still waiting for five Caddies of Dried Tea. |
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Amberley Murgatroyd's assistant looks irritable as she digs through the tea with her hands. "I don't understand. Where are the microfilms, the manilla folders?" She sighs. "Never mind. We'll sell it anyway, I'm sure."
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[ALWAYS]The Murgatroyd Files: Secrets within Bombazine
Amberley Murgatroyd's assistant flags you down. "That tea you brought to Achlys. It was meant to have information hidden in it for us to trade with visitors. It didn't. But Mr Murgatroyd can't know that. Help the mistress out. Take seven rolls of Bombazine to her sister in Lustrum and pack it full of any old secrets you might know." In exchange, she offers a Cryptic Benefactor. |
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You deliver the cargo to Murgatroyd's daughter Melusine, who raises her unburned eyebrow in surprise. "Amberley's been busy," she says. "I'll make sure Father gets these. And you've made a friend in our family."
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Flowers In The Dark: Seeds to Achlys
A Battle-Scarred Youth waters a patch of soil. "Nothing yet," they say, smiling. "When I was a Ringbreaker on Achlys, we tried starting a garden in the marsh. Didn't take. Could have been beautiful though. I'm sure Sigrid would love to try again." Five Sacks of Verdant Seeds would be a good start. |
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Achlys is a thick, poisonous marsh, lit only by the cancerous light of its sun. Still, the urchins of the port plant the seeds. One nicks a finger in the process; a drop of blood falls on the grey soil. A green shoot creeps up into the air.
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In Loving Tribute: Seeds to the Mausoleum
An urchin from Achlys is selling seeds from their new garden. "Most of them we sell to the Mausoleum," they tell you. "Can't get enough of them there. More than we can supply, if you get my meaning." |
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A flower seller happily purchases your seeds to grow in his garden. "Many people want to leave tribute here. They come from many places. Let me tell you about some of them."
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Sky Barnet[]
In The Blue Kingdom, prospects are only available at the Sky Barnet Bazaar.
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Passing the Time: Hours to the White Well
An enterprising hawker has constructed a makeshift hour loom to make the wait to enter the Stone-Faced Court seem less, or to prolong the time before spirits are pronounced dead, if they wish to linger. He needs hours to feed it. Five Barrels of Unseasoned Hours should do. The White Well is north-west of Sky Barnet. |
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"Marvellous!" The hawker rolls the barrels under his rattling, clanking hour-loom. Business is brisk. Many shades, it seems, want to make their final journey pass more quickly, or crave a few moments more to indulge their last regrets. The hawker rewards your efficiency with a generous tip.
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The Price of Knowledge: Bronzewood for the Forge of Souls
An obsessed scholar is seeking permission to enter the library that is now housed in the Forge of Souls. It is said to contain records of every law, past and current, that the suns have decreed. Unfortunately, the scholar's entry has been denied, and he requires seven consignments of Bronzewood to win the favour of its keeper: the Lamentation of Mists. The Forge of Souls is east-north-east of Sky Barnet. |
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The scholar's tattered gown makes him look like a bedraggled bat. "This should be enough for a visit or two," he says, gleefully examining your delivery. "I was told the Lamentation likes Bronzewood. So Bronzewood she must have!" As an additional thanks, he hands over some of his old research notes. Flicking through them, you suspect it is probably for the best he is far, far from London.
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Ritual Oils: Caged Catches for Death's Door
Fats and oils from certain sky-beasts are needed to perform the Test of Substance, which shades must pass to approach Death's Door. The Sequestrator requires Five Caged Catches to be delivered to her there. Death's Door is north from the Transit Relay, on the other side of the Blue Kingdom. |
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The Sequestrator sends a servant to arrange the exchange. It is one of the yoked dead: the shade of a lumbering creature resembling something between a lobster and a whale. It strings each cage onto its back, oblivious to the bites and scratches from the occupants. With a complicated bow, it drops something at your feet. Thank you?
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The Lamentation's Encyclopedia: Caged Catches for the Forge of Souls
A servitor has been set cataloguing the various species of the sky by the Lamentation of Mists. She wishes to know which beasts are descended from the Forge's creations. The servitor cannot leave its post at the Forge of Souls, and will pay for up to five Caged Catches to be delivered there. The Forge of Souls is east-north-east of Sky Barnet. |
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The Lamentation's servitor loiters by the dock. It is one of the yoked dead, its face and expression concealed behind a porcelain mask. After examining your caged specimens, though, and making several messy notes on a yellowing scroll, it pushes a small cask of gems into your hands. Perhaps it is pleased?
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Accoutrements and Adornments: Gemstones for the White Well
One of the Graven – the skull-headed lawyers of the White Well – requests five Casks of Navaratine Gemstones be delivered there. His position has recently advanced, and the stones decorating his skull are no longer of a lustre or quantity suitable to his rank. He intends to supplement them with his pick of the gems you deliver. The White Well is north-west of Sky Barnet. |
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The Graven awaits your arrival at the station, twitching its robes in irritation. It has pulled a hood close about its bone face, clearly ashamed of the meagre handful of gems that gleam there. As its clerks carry your delivery away, the Graven expresses its gratitude and promises to return the favour some day.
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Burning Aspirations: Gemstones for Death's Door
A young member of the London embassy is hoping to win an audience with the Daughter of the Sun. He has travelled to Death's Door but not managed to cross the Endless Furrows. The Shadow of the Sun – the garden palace where the Daughter resides – is closed to him. He hopes a gift might change the situation. Five Casks of Navaratine Gemstones should do it. Death's Door is north from the Transit Relay, on the far side of the Blue Kingdom. |
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The diplomat is grateful, though this is only a start. To impress the Daughter of the Sun he will need far more gems than these. He passes you several permits as thanks. "I am permitted to give out a few at my discretion. It's entirely legitimate."
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Feeding the Flames: Undistinguished Souls for the Forge
An unnamed individual at the Forge of Souls requires shipments of bottled souls. They only need ones of meagre quality – five Jumbles of Undistinguished Souls should be sufficient. In the Blue Kingdom it's usually exceptional souls that are in demand, for use as gifts or bribes. What does someone want with so many unremarkable specimens? The Forge of Souls is east-north-east of Sky Barnet. |
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The First Venturer, masked to disguise himself as one of the shades of the dead, meets you at your engine. What does he need the souls for? "Nothing yet," he says, "but should the forge ever be restored, they will be most useful." He includes with your payment a sack of blazing gemstones. "I found them clogging one of the under-furnaces," he says.
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The Last Last Rites: Literature for Death's Door
Your establishment connections have recommended you for an opportunity. The request is written in brusque capitals: 'LITERATURE REQUIRED TO REMEDY UNACCEPTABLE SPIRITUAL SITUATION'. The requester needs seven boxes of Ministry-Approved Literature, to be delivered to them at Death's Door. Death's Door is north from the Transit Relay, on the other side of the Blue Kingdom. |
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Your client is a New Sequence preacher, fresh from London and simmering with zeal. She is attempting to convert the dead before they pass through Death's Door, and means to hand out the pamphlets you delivered to those that look like they might waver. "This is not the light that was promised!" she bellows at a hesitant spirit, before reassuring you that her superiors will hear of your assistance.
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Hidden from the Eye of God: Stained Glass for the White Well
You have received a furtive request via your contacts in the underworld (specifically the criminal underworld, which it pays to be clear about in the Blue Kingdom). Someone waiting at the White Well wants to buy up to seven Panes of Stained Glass. Their reasons are undisclosed. The White Well is north-west of Sky Barnet. |
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The well-winds howl as a cloaked conclave of spirifers approach your engine. These unlicensed soul-traders are unwelcome in the Kingdom, and use thick layers of stained glass to hide what goes on in their locomotives from the Sapphire'd King and his servants. Satisfied you have comprehensively fulfilled their requirements, the chief spirifer slides you a roll of paper. A chart, detailing hidden routes through the sky.
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The Art of Adventure: Bombazine for the Forge of Souls
'Seven Rolls of Thirsty Bombazine to be delivered to the Pilgrims of Progress at the Forge of Souls.' The Pilgrims are a small movement of bohemian mendicants intent on seeing the Blue Kingdom from the bottom rungs. To this end, they dress themselves in Bombazine like the shades of the Invisible caste, so few of the Kingdom's bureaucracy will deign to trouble them. The Forge of Souls is east-north-east of Sky Barnet. |
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The Pilgrims meet you before the walls of the Forge, where they have been begging for petrichor, the food of the dead, from visitors. They are malnourished and fever-eyed. Their spokeswoman whispers their motto ("In humility, truth") in your ear as she hands over the payment in sovereigns she has found all-but useless here.
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The Wheels of Diplomacy: Immaculate Souls for the White Well
A discreet request: five Selections of Immaculate Souls are required at the White Well for 'political reasons'. The White Well is north-west of Sky Barnet. |
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The red-robed Graven who collects the souls is, perhaps, pleased. It's hard to tell, since he has meticulously stripped the flesh from his skull. "This should soothe the Judge," he says, and supplements the agreed-upon amount with a couple of curios which he promises have use here in the Blue Kingdom.
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Smuggling Prospects[]
Smuggling prospects are unlocked by finishing Wit & Vinegar: a Smuggler's Tale. All delivery location of these prospects are in a different region than where you obtained the prospect. Some of the prospects have certain time limitation. Finishing prospects outside of the time limitation means that you will receive less bonus than if you were finish it in time.
Titania[]
In The Reach, prospects are only available at the Titania Bazaar.
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All Across the Sky: Red Honey for Worlebury-juxta-Mare A recent fad among the holiday-makers at Worlebury-juxta-Mare is red honey gathered from the memories of skyfarers and exiles. Those who have travelled far and lived hard. "Their memories are honeycombed with madness," the Ethereal Apiarist observes. "Perhaps that adds to their allure." Can you deliver seven Firkins of Red Honey to Worlebury before the season ends in a month? |
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Early (<30 Days) Intrigued holidays makers sidle, furtively, to your locomotive, eager for a taste of 'skyfarer's delight'. Later, they will clamber through someone else's memories: of distant nooks of the sky, of little-trod heavenly roads, of star-madness encroaching like the tide.
Late! (>30 Days) Despite the quality of your "skyfarer's delight", the crowds have packed up for the season. A new one will begin soon, but the honey will have gone off by then, and the memories grown woolly. You are forced to sell at less than you hoped.
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Repaying a Debt: Red Honey to Worlebury Another smuggler has been caught while attempting to complete a prospect. Even now, they take the stand before a judge renowned for his lack of mercy. In the meantime, their opportunity could be yours. Time is now of the essence. Nine Firkins of Red Honey must be delivered to Worlebury-juxta-Mare within two months of you accepting the prospect. |
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Early (>60 Days) The delivery goes to plan and arrives on time. You carry the honey through the Worlebury mists to an isolated barn near the shore. An enterprising villain is establishing a honey den. The animals are gone, and their stalls have been draped with red velvet. It all still smells of straw.
Late! (>60 Days) Your delay is not received happily. "I had to make other arrangements. Expensive arrangements," the buyer growls. "I can sell it, given time. But you'll not get our original price."
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A Rose by Another Name: Red Honey for the Empyrean You find the Ethereal Apiarist dreamily taming a rosebush with her secateurs. "Are you acquainted with the Empyrean's 'diplomatic corps'? Their Rose-without-Thorns?" she laughs, delightedly, at the name. "I suppose it's a prettier title than 'secret police'. Well, they want seven Firkins of Red Honey, for reasons of their own. London, meanwhile, is determined to prevent them. How exciting!" |
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The Rose-Without-Thorns slip you into the Empyrean via hidden tunnels, and into a cavernous cellar. From behind one door you can hear singing. From behind another, sobbing. But a stern official explains you can, in fact, not hear either of those things. In fact you can hear nothing, because people who hear nothing are very well paid. The payment is produced: a pouch of bright, freshly-minted sovereigns, several rolls of bombazine, and a caged sky-beast they have no further use for.
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Quid Pro Quo: Red Honey for the Empyrean Though the relationship between London and the Eagle's Empyrean is strained, each is haunted by the other. The people of each city crave news of the other: its politics, its fads, its follies. The latest Empyreal fascination is with London's vices. Criminal families at the Empyrean require nine Firkins of Red Honey. Several smugglers have attempted this prospect before, and failed. Her Majesty's Customs and Excise have retasked several enduring dreadnoughts to comb the skies. |
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The honey is snapped up at a secret auction attended by the Empyrean's most ambitious criminal families. What better way to understand the madness of Londoners, than by taking a spoonful of honey and living it? One of the factions, clearly hoping to win your future goodwill, pays you with casks of shimmering gems.
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A New Flavour: Red Honey for Achlys A visitor from Achlys, marked with the tattoo of a cinnamon trader, wishes to arrange a supply of Red Honey. To begin with, they require seven Firkins, and suggest that more opportunities might be forthcoming. |
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Mr Pipes, proprietor of the House of Silks, makes a rare personal appearance outside its establishment to acquire your entire delivery of red honey. "The precise nature of your product is not well known here," it tells you. "Let us not concern these fine people with the truth."
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The Rose At Midnight: Red Honey to Achlys The Ethereal Apiarist approaches you directly. "There's little point going to anyone but the best for this. A client at Achlys requires an unusually large shipment of Red Honey:thirteen Firkins! A difficult prospect, to get so much past the Revenue Men. They'll no doubt have got wind something is afoot, and put some dreadnoughts on patrol." She looks dreamily into the sky. "I wonder who it is that needs it, and what for?" |
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The mysterious customer is a successful tobacco trader, who insists on doing the handover deep in Achlys' poisoned marsh. In a grove of leaning trees, cowled men are constructing iron cages, while nearby a set of beehives drone, furiously. "We'll have our own cage garden soon," the trader tells you. "But first, we must create a market. You keep our little secret, and we'll help you keep yours." He swears a thief's oath to you, there amidst the dripping grove. You suspect he was not always a tobacco trader.
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Tribute to the Unquiet Dead: Red Honey to the Mausoleum
The Ethereal Apiarist teases a thorn from her hand. Blood beads on her palm. "I received a letter from a dead man today. Well, officially dead. Ceremonially dead. One of the Deathless aristocrats of the Most Serene Mausoleum. They are planning a revel. What else will you do with eternity, I suppose? They want five Firkins of Red Honey." |
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Little attempt is made to hide your transaction, for the Deathless do as they please. After all, if you are exempt from the laws of time, why should you be subject to those of customs and excise? A haunted footman hands over your payment, along with the Macabre Counsellor's thanks for a job well done, and an invitation to Perdurance's Half-Light Masque.
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Dead Man's Drop: Red Honey to the Mausoleum An envelope reaches you. Inside is a simple note, offering the opportunity to provide nine Firkins of Red Honey to a specific platform at the Most Serene Mausoleum. It is marked with a stamp: a mark of the Duchess Incarnadine, one of the Deathless courtiers who served Her Majesty and were permitted to retire with an eternity of hours. |
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The Duchess' men unload the honey, and carry it onto a Necropolis Line engine idling at a nearby siding. The Necropolis Line carries London's dead for burial at the Mausoleum, and returns for more. A useful cover to allow the transport of contraband into the well-watched city. Apparently, the Duchess likes to keep busy in her dotage.
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Wit & Vinegar Lumber Company[]
In Albion, prospects are only available at the Wit & Vinegar Lumber Company Bazaar.
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A Spring In Their Step: Illicit Literature for Port Prosper A Prim Dowager lingers, out-of-place, near the platform. As soon as she sees you she hurries forward brandishing an umbrella. "Ah, Captain. No, you need not explain your presence here; I can see at a glance that your character is above reproach. I am here to stop the most awful smuggling to Port Prosper. "Why, they say that anyone with, oh, say seven Trunks of Illicit Literature could just swan along there and sell their smut and scandal for a startling and entirely inappropriate sum. Shocking. I must insist you tell the ruffians here to cease this appallingly profitable trade, at once!" Her gaze is level; her expression carefully arranged. |
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Your Illicit Literature is avidly received in Port Prosper. The local paper puffs and tuts about the sudden influx of 'gentleman's relish', even as servants from well-heeled families crowd your locomotive, offering bulging purses for paper-wrapped samples of your cargo. The handmaid of a certain Prim Dowager purchases several of the most scandalous volumes, while giving you a wicked wink.
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The Prosper Revolution: Illicit Literature to Port Prosper The Gloomy Middleman insists on speaking in person. "I consider politics to be the refuge of the incapable, but my employer has decided to dabble. His interests in the Reach align with those of the Tacketies, who have agents in place at Port Prosper. They need revolutionary materials to spread their dissent. Can you get eleven Trunks of Illicit Literature into the port? Be wary: the Revenue Men have got wind of the endeavour, and have sent dreadnoughts to prevent it." |
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You make the exchange in a gloomy alley behind a shabby tea-shop. Your contacts are hooded and jumpy: Prosper is firmly a Stovepipe port. The Tacketies plan to distribute the seditious tracts to a struggling local cell of sympathisers, and to any Company captains that might be willing to turn. The Blind Bruiser sends his regards, and recompense for your time.
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Light In The Darkness: Illicit Literature for Lustrum Not even the King James' Bible is safe from the purgative pens of the Ministry of Public Decency. You receive a tip-off from your benefactor: an Intractable Reverend in Lustrum is willing to pay well for unedited, uncensored religious texts. Five Trunks of Illicit Literature should suffice. |
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A frost-bitten priest thumbs eagerly through an unexpurgated Bible. "The first winter here was a bad one, and the settlers burned all their books to stay warm. We've been preaching the Word According To The Windward Company ever since." He snaps the book shut. "These will help put an end to that."
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The Eagle's Education: Illicit Literature for the Empyrean A Bespectacled Official at the Eagle's Empyrean wants authentic, unadulterated insights onto London culture, and the Ministry's censored versions of prose and poetry are too curated for his needs. He requests five Trunks of Illicit Literature that represent London's warts as well as her glory. |
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The Bespectacled Official is satisfied with your delivery. "I spent some time in London, you know." he tells you, flipping through an uncensored Wilde. "But somehow I don't recognise this city the Ministry of Public Decency tell me it is." He pays you in crisp sovereign-notes in high denominations.
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The Pages Vault: Illicit Literature to the Empyrean The Gloomy Middleman has an opportunity for which someone has specifically requested you. A private collector in the Eagle's Empyrean seeks books from the notorious 'Pages Collection' of Old London, which was said to contain copies of works assumed to be mythical. "I rarely read myself," the Middleman confides, "on account of my deep mistrust of writers, whom I consider perfidious. The odds of finding something from the Pages Collection is vanishingly small, of course, but to an optimist any haystack might hide a needle. Nine Trunks of Illicit Literature should do in this case. Within two months, if you please." |
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Early (>60 Days) The client is attached to the London embassy. She avidly begins rummaging through the books. "The Pages Collection contained works written during the heyday of the Khans; ones which might shed some truth on the Eagle's... unlikely account of his early family history. Your promptness is appreciated; I have a lot of reading to do."
Late! (>60 Days) The collector thumbs through your delivery with a bored expression. "You're late. I've already got most of these. I suppose there's a few that might still be worth a little..."
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Scribbles and Cyphers: Illicit Literature for Achlys The Murgatroyd family: humble purveyors of fungal crackers to those unacquainted with the Great Game of spies and nations, and of espionage to those who are. Their outpost in Achlys requires seven Trunks of Illicit Literature (the spicier the better), and they need it within one month of you accepting the prospect. |
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Early (>30 Days) One of Amberley Murgatroyd's maids thanks you for your prompt delivery and collects the shipment of scandalous literature. "The mistress likes hiding her cyphers in these. The Ministry doesn't usually look too closely before chucking them in the fire."
Late! (30 Days) One of Amberley Murgatroyd's maids collects the shipment. She is not pleased. "You're late!" she complains. "We had to start sending out cyphers hidden in bibles. Bibles! Auditors aren't embarrassed to read bibles! It's only a matter of time before one of them notices the cyphers. I'm afraid this will affect your fee."
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Them that ask no questions isn't told a lie Word has come to the Blind Bruiser from the Gentlemen, the merciless gang of smugglers who operate in Eleutheria. A Bohemian Baronet, exiled for a string of scandals, has led his coterie to the spice-port of Achlys. He considers himself a poet-philosopher, and a devotee of the unspoiled word. As a result, he and his followers refuse to read works censored by the Ministry. They want only unadulterated originals and will pay for seven Trunks of Illicit Literature to be delivered to them at Achlys. |
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The Bohemian Baronet has installed himself in a stilted, smokey salon at the end of a long jetty. His coterie pay you with the last of his inheritance, collections of expurgated literature they no longer want, and a number of insightful secrets.
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The Gentlemen[]
In Eleutheria, prospects are only available at the The Gentlemen Bazaar.
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A Thought Of Home: Starshine For Lustrum One of the Gentlemen, Pan's notorious smugglers, claims to have an opportunity for you. However, getting details out of him is difficult. He seems distracted by old memories. Has he been sampling the shinney? Eventually, you're able to get extract the necessaries: five Hogsheads of Starshine to be delivered to a shinney-joint at Lustrum. |
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A stoic crew of ex-prospectors meet you at the station. You help them transport the starshine to a tangled knot of caves that burrows into the mountain. In each little cave a lamp hangs, spilling the glow of old, familiar stars. Limed in the faint light, miners sit and muse, or weep.
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Delusions Of Home: Starshine to the Mausoleum Now you've proven yourself a competent smuggler, the Gentlemen can offer more challenging and more rewarding prospects. They keep many of the details secret, but you deduce that one of the Deathless courtiers at the Most Serene Mausoleum operates a pipeline of contraband into London. They require nine Hogsheads of Starshine, and they need them within two months from the day you accept the prospect. |
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Early (>60 Days) You deliver the shinney to a gloomy, pillared hall where corpses are prepared for burial. Silent servants transfer the starshine into coffins, marked with the stamp of the Necropolis Line.
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Melancholy Memorials: Starshine for the Mausoleum Certain august funerals at the Most Serene Mausoleum have begun to hang lamps of starshine during the ceremonies. The soft silver glow evokes memories of distant times that will never come again, and can move even the most stolid mourners to melancholy. Can you deliver five Hogsheads of Starshine for a series of upcoming burials? |
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The hogsheads are discreetly wrapped in black, funereal cloth. A chaplain hands you a sombre black briefcase, clinking with coin. "The Duchess Incarnadine appreciates your assistance," he says, as servants hurry to remove the contraband.
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Forbidden Light: Starshine to Worlebury-juxta-Mare Two gangs are feuding over the shinney-trade at Worlebury-juxta-Mare. The endless tide of holiday-makers represents a lucrative market, and one of the gangs wants seven Hogsheads of starshine to corner it. The scarred Gentleman from whom you learn of the prospect, though, warns you to take care. The gangs haven't been subtle, and the Revenue Men's dreadnoughts are on high alert. |
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Your instructions are to come alone with the shinney. You ignore them, and just as well. One member of the gang had got it into his head to improve their bottom line by bringing knives rather than payment. There is a short fracas, during which you convince them of the benefits of fair dealing. The gang bring your payment, and as a token of goodwill, your quartermaster only demands one finger from each of them.
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Revolution and Homesickness: Starshine for Port Prosper An undermanager of the Windward Company has sent word to the Gentlemen of Pan that their branch in Port Prosper has use for starshine, but nobody seems willing to sell the five Hogsheads they require. At least, not openly. |
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Your illicit delivery is just what the Indiscreet Undermanager wanted. "It's not for us, you understand. In fact, we mean to give it away!" He gives what he considers a cunning grin. "The Tacketies' preposterous insurrection should be harder to sustain with a shinney-habit. Homesickness will take the fight out of them."
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The New Astrology: Starshine to Prosper Word has spread to the Gentlemen that Bohemian groups in Port Prosper are developing a taste for shinney. But few smugglers can afford the nine Hogsheads their coteries demand, even with the promise of an impressive payday. |
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You make your delivery, bit by bit, to a draughty manor. Eager bohemians pour each new hogshead into the garden's ornamental pond. When it is full, they gather around and kneel at the edge, their faces silver with the far-travelled light of Old Earth's stars. You watch as each sinks of them sinks into childhood memories.
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