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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 276068 |
The Lammas Fair is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
All the sights and sounds of a day at the fair in London! Genuine rubbery lumps sold by the cartful! Icons of mayors past from Dick Whittington to Sinning Jenny line the streets. A ferris wheel offers paying customers the chance to survey the heights of Port Prosper. Side-stalls speckle the side streets, manned by gamblers and mountebanks. The main streets offer popular games and diversions, watched over by a number of burly guards from the factories.
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Run with a crew of East Enders
The fair offers rich pickings.
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Distracted tourists flush with unloveable items won from various stalls, young ladies and gents careless with their wedding bands, barkers so intent on promising wonders of the Reach far from the security of Port Prosper, they've forgotten to secure their own pockets. You and your friends examine your haul at the end of a brisk promenade down the bridge. Precious little coinage, but a number of highly alarming prizes won. There's no accounting for taste, apparently.
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Promenade!
The Lammas Fair is a time to see and, crucially, be seen.
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Swirls of fabric flit down the boardwalks, as their occupants strive to outdo each other in sumptuary splendour. Lord ____ is out with Sir ____ again. Yes, again. Two colonels are pointedly ignoring each other. The smell of buttered toffee barely disguises the scent of scandal. Your friends are more than happy to guide you towards the choicest tidbits.
The Albert Clock(Completed)
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Delve into the side-stalls
Who knows what's lurking in the shadows?
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Delicious rubbery lumps! A feast for most of the senses at once. Carnival barkers invite you into this new excitement or another. A funhouse built like the HML Parzifal! A haunted house built from a frontier homesteading! A game of Knife and Candle with real knives! Unfortunately one of the other competitors is a prominent society lady incognito. You both avert your eyes and do your level best to avoid mentioning your mutual acquaintance, but the damage is done.
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The side streets are dotted with all manner of licentious activity. Foul fungal beer pilfered from Leadbeater & Stainrod's Nature Reserve; wine spiced with stolen minutes, that revivify the stomach along with the alcohol; genuine rubbery lumps, every bit as horrible as memory could craft. There are games of darts, knives, chance and pin the tail on the Parliamentarian. You drink and gamble to excess, to general applause.
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Stick to the main stalls
There are more respectable pleasures to be experienced.
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Several acquaintances catch up with you by the bridge and you promenade together, taking in the sights and sounds of the main stalls, while avoiding the smells from the side streets. You patronise the hoopla and the apple bobbing (though of course, you do not partake yourself), and win several stuffed mushrooms from the racing Chorister Bees stall. The barker behind the tent leers at you. He's seen you before.
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Carnival barkers accost you with promises of wonderful kaleidoscopes that'll show you visions of life on the frontier. Old sky-captains have been wheeled out to tell tall tales of life out in the Reach: daring escapes predominate, their reasons for retiring in Port Prosper are left undisclosed. Several acquaintances catch up with you by the bridge and you promenade together, taking in the sights and sounds of the main stalls, while avoiding the smells from the side streets.
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Beware the Inadvisably Big Dog
Something large and immodestly fluffy this way comes. People hasten to get out of the way. Perhaps you should stop it.
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Unimpressed
A dog of colossal proportions, golden as a lick of pale nectar, comes stampeding through the stalls, crashing into displays, tripping bystanders. Menace in the body of a long-tailed, velvet-nosed stuffed toy.
You attempt to corral him into an unoccupied side street, but the canine takes it as an invitation to play. He barks excitedly at you, tail slapping into a stack of ceramics, and bounds away, clearly expecting you to follow his trail of bruised fruits and broken pottery. Needless to say, the locals are not impressed.
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Friends!
A dog of colossal proportions, golden as a lick of pale nectar, comes stampeding through the stalls, crashing into displays, tripping bystanders. Menace in the body of a long-tailed, velvet-nosed stuffed toy.
You move into the canine's trajectory, arms spread wide. The dog takes it as invitation to pounce, bowling you over, and subsequently half-drowning you in slobber. The locals are only too happy for you to lead the animal away, especially after they discover that no one knows who he belongs to, where he came from, and why they've tolerated him for so long.
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