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The Jolly Anchorite
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Category Story Event
Type Story
Data ID 281152

The Jolly Anchorite is a Sunless Skies Story Event.

Story description[ | ]

The Jolly Anchorite has made his home in a huge shell dredged from the depths of the sea. He roars as you approach. "Come to receive more learning? If you wish to know our mysteries, you must learn the names of the Saints! As you progress in our rituals, the names shall be revealed to you!" He claps you heartily on the back. "Very few know all the names. I myself have lost some of them."

Trigger conditions[ | ]

Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)

Interactions[ | ]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Provide for a Feast
"Bring me fire for the hearth and a feast for the devouring."
A deliciousness
"Raw meats, ripe and red!" The Jolly Anchorite's chin is scarlet with juices. His face is even ruddier. "No, no wine. Not yet. Here, throw another skewer on the flame." His cabin is smoky from the smouldering meat. "There! The Saint on the Pyre, and the Saint of Flesh. And for my last trick—" He produces an apple, green as a leaf from Traitor's Wood, and proceeds to munch heartily. "I'll throw this one in for free: the Paradisal Saint. Here, take a bite."
Recite the litany of the dead
"Bring me the names of those lost. I have forgotten them, but others here know. Perhaps they were stolen from me. Perhaps I was betrayed."
Gone and forgotten
The Jolly Anchorite dabs tears from his cheeks. "It's true. They were lost before the rest. The Saint of Tapers and the Saint in the Glass. We never speak their names. One we have hope of seeking, the other is gone. That saint will not be with us again." The Jolly Anchorite dismisses you, reciting his own litany of saints that finishes with the new names.
Where will you find the names of the missing saints?
The Jolly Anchorite could stand to be a little less gnomic, surely.
Sins remembered
The Jolly Anchorite raises his great head and fixes you with a grief-stricken look. "I must ask you to commit treachery! Though for a good cause! Gain the trust of one of the other cults – one of their number will remember the names. The Displeased I would suspect. One of their number was once one of ours. She earnt her place with the Displeased through the selling of our secrets." He turns away.
Return to the Flotilla
You've had your fill of saints.
Give an Offering
"All shall be well if one has faith! But sometimes, we must test that faith, so we may be assured that all shall be well."
Failed event

Special is calculated as follows: 50 * 1.67


Game note: You will always advance, but failure comes with a price.

Blood spilt
The Jolly Anchorite rolls out the bombazine over a slab of pale stone. He implores one of your stokers to lie with his head against the bombazine. ("In case of spillages!"), and his feet between a tallow candle and a rusty blade.

The dim light in the room diminishes ("For they came from a place of wild light to a place where there was none.") as the Anchorite raises the knife and brings it down in the cloth, just above your stoker's head.

Unfortunately, it is dark, and his hand is not as steady as it was. "Too much of the Crowned Saint's vintage!"" He says apologetically later, as you bury your crewman at sea. Still, you have learnt the names of the Saint of Blades and the Masquerader.
Successful event
A steady hand
The Jolly Anchorite rolls out the bombazine over a slab of pale stone. He implores one of your stokers to lie with his head against the bombazine. ("In case of spillages!"), and his feet between a tallow candle and a rusty blade. The dim light diminishes ("For they came from a place of wild light to a place where there was none.") as the Jolly Anchorite gets to work. "Captain, stay your hand, as I shall stay mine," he implores, not looking, as he raises the knife and brings it down in the cloth, just above your stoker's head. The Anchorite roars with laughter. "And there we have the Saint of Blades and the Masquerader Saint!"
Partial success event (100%)
Blood spilt
The Jolly Anchorite rolls out the bombazine over a slab of pale stone. He implores one of your stokers to lie with his head against the bombazine. ("In case of spillages!"), and his feet between a tallow candle and a rusty blade.

The dim light in the room diminishes ("For they came from a place of wild light to a place where there was none.") as the Anchorite raises the knife and brings it down in the cloth, just above your stoker's head.

Unfortunately, it is dark, and his hand is not as steady as it was. "Too much of the Crowned Saint's vintage!" He says apologetically later. Your wounded crewman is less forgiving. Still, you have learnt the names of the Saint of Blades and the Masquerader.
The crowning of the saints
"And bring me a chalice from which to drink, adorned with stones red as the blood of kings, and the wild spices of the skies to perfume my wine."
Failed event

Special is calculated as follows: 75-Drowning in Sanctity * 1.67


Game note: Failure will make this easier.

Perbibo
"Yes!" The Jolly Anchorite bursts with excitement as you present the gemmed chalice. He bids you lay the spices upon a cutting block and returns carrying a trinity of bottles: Old London vintages. "To learn the names of our final three, you must indulge!"

He watches you hungrily as you drink deep from the chalice, which is very large and very full. "Deeper! Deeper! Deep as descent, as darkness, as a well!"

You wake some time later, significantly the worse for wear. "Come on! I have refilled the chalice!"
Successful event
Revelation
"Yes!" The Jolly Anchorite bursts with excitement as you present the gemmed chalice. He bids you lay the spices upon a cutting block and returns carrying a trinity of bottles: Old London vintages. "To learn the names of our final three, you must indulge!" You gulp your way through the swirling scarlet depths of the chalice. At the last drop, the Anchorite lifts your lips from the rim. "There now. All shall be well. You have met the last of them: the Saint of the Silk Road and the Saint of Chalices, and the Crowned and Crimson: the King of Saints!" He smiles, creasing his face. "Most wait for us still, locked in the dark. One alone came through; and is hidden."

Links[ | ]

Links In[ | ]

Avidhorizon ambience Aboard the Flotilla

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