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The Pitchkirk | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 275544 |
The Pitchkirk is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
"Inside, pews are carved from the ice. A ragged handful of supplicants sit on them, bitten by the bone-bleak cold. On the altar, a single precious candle burns. A Lank Minister reads from a dog-eared scrap of paper: The Judas Psalm(Quote)"
Trigger conditions[]
Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)
Interactions[]
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Speak to the Lank Minister
Her cheekbones are as sharp as flint axe-heads. Her skin is pocked by the cold. Her gaze is judgemental.
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Enact the Rite of Wrongs
The Compassed are a scattered and infant sect, and each minister cobbles together their own blessings as best they can. The Lank Minister has composed benedictions of vengeance.
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A consecration
The rite begins with a day of dismal prayer and song. You are given a wooden chisel and sent outside to hack a grave-marker from the ice. You engrave the name of your enemy upon it, and the most imaginative curses you can conceive. Once it's complete, you set it in a field of similar graves, crooked as boxers' teeth, that stretch to the well.
Afterwards, your hands are numb and clumsy. Your cheeks are streaked with frozen tears. But you are hardened.
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Game note: You may only be subject to one well-rite at a time. This one increases your Iron at a cost of your Hearts and Mirrors.
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Forsake your current rite
You would be rid of it.
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An exorcism
The process is crude. There in the freezing church you strip to your undergarments, and wash yourself with ice-water melted in your own numbed and – soon – blistered hands. Meanwhile, the Minister intones from the Judas Psalm. "O save me according to thy mercy: that they may know that this is thy hand;"
Are you free of the rite, now? Are only yourself again?
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Game note: This will remove your current well-rite, allowing you to take another.
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Deliver the corpse of the Twice-scorned Priest
The Minister's eyes widen. She demands to see the corpse for herself. You tell your crew to open the coffin.
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The Priest's Niece
"My uncle," says the Minister grimly, surveying the half-thawed corpse. "A fool even before his heresy. 'Let an adversary stand at his right hand' – that was the line he took so wrongly.
"In any case, thank you for delivering him." She pries his withered fingers away from the knife-hilt. "I had so hoped to see him again." She raises the knife. "Preferably alive, of course, but one makes do." With one smooth motion, she slams the blade into his grey-furred chest. "This knife was precious to me before he stole it. To repay your kindness, perhaps I can use it on your behalf."
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Leave
You step outside.
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Links[]
Links In[]
Old Tom's Well,
Your Confession,
The Lank Minister
Links Out[]
The Lank Minister,
Old Tom's Well
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