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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 287888 |
The Warrens is a Sunless Skies Story Event.
Story description[]
"Deeper into Piranesi, the Deformer takes down his hood. Tangled flesh recoils in the cold air. He has eyes in all the wrong places. A dozen different varieties of mouth gulp in unison. "Better." Tension has drained from his voice. "Welcome to the warrens." You descend into a brick-walled pit, larger than a quarry. At the centre stands a colossal column honeycombed with tunnels, the holes so small you couldn't squeeze an arm inside. The Vigilante's Progress(progress_intro)"
Trigger conditions[]
Piranesi: Been Told About the Rules ≥ 1
Location: Piranesi
Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)
Interactions[]
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Write a Port Report
A dozen mouths grin. "I always relish the opportunity to talk about myself."
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The Warrens
Now that his hood is down, you are struck by the Deformer's newfound ease of manner. He circles the central column with you, eagerly telling you about the progress of his favourite prisoners, the ones who have crawled through the Warrens five or six or seven times. His words are underscored by the shrieks and faint meaty squelching echoing from the narrow tunnels.
He points out particularly hideous specimens, ones with slugs for limbs or fleshless heads, with all the pride of a doting grandparent.
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Follow the Deformer
The Deformer has stumped off to address a cluster of prisoners clinging to the central column.
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Advanced query needs investigation
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Insist that the rifleman lower his gun
It wouldn't do to have your Chaplain's head blown off this early into a tour.
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The Pragmatic Vigilante
The rifle-wielding Vigilante is a gaunt fellow, eyes deep-set and gleaming, cheekbones sharp as cut glass. His curly hair would sit much better on a fuller, healthier face. On hearing your protest, he pulls the trigger a few times, generating a chorus of unassuming clicks.
"Ain't loaded. Burned through my ammunition long ago. Except this." He points at a bullet hung around his neck on a length of string. "Saving it for, uh, a rainy day." You notice the Deformer gazing thoughtfully in your direction with at least three of his eyes. Perhaps he appreciates your intervention on his behalf, however unnecessary.
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Quietly encourage the rifleman to shoot the Deformer
It would leave you lost in Piranesi, but it might be worth it.
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The Pragmatic Vigilante
The rifle-wielding Vigilante is a gaunt fellow, eyes deep-set and gleaming, cheekbones sharp as cut glass. His curly hair would sit much better on a fuller, healthier face. On hearing your murmur of encouragement, he pulls the trigger a few times, generating a chorus of unassuming clicks.
"Ain't loaded. Burned through my ammunition long ago. Except this." He points at a bullet hung around his neck on a length of string. "Saving it for, uh, a rainy day." You notice the Deformer frowning in your direction with at least three of his eyes. Did he hear?
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Press the Deformer for information
You've built something of a relationship. What might he tell you of Piranesi and the other Chaplains?
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The Other Chaplains
"Don't trust the Performer. You may have learned that already."
The Deformer scratches at one of his unidentifiable protrusions. "As for the Conformer, Piranesi made her forget who she used to be. Try not to remind her." "And the Reformer. Well." The Deformer frowns. A full-body frown. Several eyes vanish entirely among the folds. "The oldest. The one for whom this prison was built, the one who changed the most severely. And for all that he prattles about redemption, he never mentions that he once was the worst of monsters. Imprisoned here for depravities beyond my understanding. Theft of hope, perversion of worlds. Several extinctions." |
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Offer a Moment of Inspiration to the Pragmatic Vigilante
Help him think of a new, nastier shape.
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The Pragmatic Vigilante
The Vigilante's Progress(progress)
Skin is so fragile – has he considered a carapace? Eyes are a weakness when he could taste the air with his tongue. And oh, the possibilities for limbs! He objects to some of your proposals, agrees enthusiastically to others. Finally, his imagination stoked like a fire, the Vigilante thanks you and begins to crawl into one of the tunnels. You leave him to his privacy as he threads himself in, inch by crunching and convulsing inch.
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Advanced query needs investigation
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Offer a Moment of Inspiration to the Pragmatic Vigilante
Help him think of a new, nastier shape.
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The Pragmatic Vigilante
The Vigilante's Progress(progress)
You chat with the Vigilante, flinging ideas of shape and change back and forth. Eventually the topic shifts to his lifetime's crusade against the Liberation of Night. "Above all else, that's something I refuse to change," he says. "I can't abandon my life's mission. Have you seen what they've done? The horrifying emptiness of the skies?" He whispers what he's learned about their methods – secret code-words and pass-phrases, recipes for bombs, the movement of engines in the void. After a moment's silence, he thanks you for your help. This time, you leave before he works himself into the Warrens.
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Advanced query needs investigation
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Offer a Moment of Inspiration to the Pragmatic Vigilante
Help him think of a new, nastier shape.
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The Pragmatic Vigilante
The Vigilante's Progress(progress)
You chat with the Vigilante, flinging ideas of shape and change back and forth. Once again, he waits for a lull, then changes the topic to the Liberation of Night. "Do they expect us to believe that stars can be extinguished by mortals?" he asks, shuddering with outrage. "No, there are greater powers at work, I'd stake my soul on it. The humans flocking to Eleutheria are being deceived." After a moment's silence, he thanks you for your help. This time, you leave before he works himself into the Warrens.
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Advanced query needs investigation
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Speak to the Pragmatic Vigilante
Finally, your work is complete. He is altered beyond recognition.
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The Pragmatic Vigilante
"Liars, both of you!" The Vigilante fumbles with his gun, but his claws are unwieldy. "I tried to leave – yet I am as far from escape as when I began!"
"Physical changes aren't always enough," the Deformer admits. "Sometimes the outside only better reflects what's inside. Self-expression, rather than transformation." "Then why do we subject ourselves to the Warrens?" The Vigilante glares at you and the Deformer with mustard-yellow eyes. "I'll kill you both if you cross me again." He stalks away, spikes scraping the ceiling. Another monster added to Piranesi's depths. "No one understands our art," says the Deformer with a shrug. "Still, what a magnificent specimen he became at the end there! Come; follow me. You've earned a reward."
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Advanced query needs investigation
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Speak to the Pragmatic Vigilante
He is altered beyond recognition.
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The Pragmatic Vigilante
"Liars!" The Vigilante fumbles with his gun, but his claws are unwieldy. "I tried to leave – yet I am as far from escape as when I began!"
"Physical changes aren't always enough," the Deformer admits. "Sometimes the outside only better reflects what's inside. Self-expression, rather than transformation." "Then why subject ourselves to the Warrens?" The Vigilante glares at you and the Deformer with mustard-yellow eyes. "I'll kill you both if you cross me again." He stalks away, spikes scraping the ceiling. "No one understands our art," says the Deformer. "Here." He wrenches some wriggling protrusion from beneath his chin and hands it to you.
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Advanced query needs investigation
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Convince the Vigilante to abandon his physical transformation
An outward change isn't enough. He should abandon his grudges and his enemies.
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A True Change
A change of shape is not enough, not for a man who doesn't care about his physical form. Piranesi demands something fundamental. The Vigilante must abandon his plans and his principles.
"Never," declares the Vigilante. "I will escape here and resume my crusade, or not escape here at all."
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A True Change
Piranesi demands something fundamental. The Vigilante must abandon his plans and his principles.
He is silent for a long while. "Yes. I suppose you are right," he says finally. He sits like something broken. "In that case, I shall be here forever." "I'll have no need for this any longer." Like a magician, he extricates a folded map from a secret compartment in his sleeve. "It's a chart of murdered stars. And one last thing: I can tell you the First Rule of Piranesi. Don't look back."
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Convince the Vigilante to abandon his physical transformation
An outward change isn't enough. He should abandon his grudges and his enemies.
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Failed event |
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A True Change
A change of shape is not enough, not for a man who doesn't care about his physical form. Piranesi demands something fundamental. The Vigilante must abandon his plans and his principles.
"Never," declares the Vigilante. "I will escape here and resume my crusade, or not escape here at all."
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A True Change
A change of shape is not enough, not for a man who doesn't care about his physical form. Piranesi demands something fundamental. The Vigilante must abandon his plans and his principles.
He is silent for a long while. "Yes. I suppose you are right," he says finally. He sits like something broken. "In that case, I shall be here forever. " "I'll have no need for this any longer." Like a magician, he extricates a folded map from a secret compartment in his sleeve. "It's a chart of murdered stars."
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Recruit some wandering prisoners to join the Psalmists at the White Well
If you help them escape, they'll join whatever obscure sect you like.
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Chained and unchanged
The prisoners stare at you with blank faces when you talk about the Judas Psalm. Their lanterns stay stubbornly chained to their wrists.
It seems Piranesi wasn't as fertile a ground for converts as you'd hoped.
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Changed and unchained
You sit down and talk to a group of prisoners about change. Specifically, conversion. You talk about the Judas Psalm, and the power of cursing, and the joy of spite. You talk until your voice is a hoarse whisper.
The Deformer glowers in the background. This isn't his way. It takes a long time, but some of the prisoners come round to the Psalmists' creed. A few lanterns fall from a few wrists. The redeemed-in-spite dash for the exit, promising to board your train outside.
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Leave Piranesi
As you leave the Warrens, the Deformer sighs and raises his hood. He says nothing more for a long time.
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Ascent
The Deformer stumps back up the stairs, squelching with every footstep, and you hurry at his heels.
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Leave Piranesi
As you leave the Warrens, the Deformer sighs and raises his hood. He says nothing more for a long time.
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Outside Piranesi
Now you've left the confines of Piranesi, the sky seems dizzyingly wide. The Deformer stumps back to his cottage, squelching with every footstep.
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Leave Piranesi
As you leave the Warrens, the Deformer sighs and raises his hood. He says nothing more for a long time.
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Ascent
The Deformer stumps back up the stairs, squelching with every footstep, and you hurry at his heels.
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Links[]
Links In[]
The Chaplains,
The Rules of Piranesi,
Dialogues with the Unaltered,
The Pragmatic Vigilante,
The First Rule of Piranesi
Links Out[]
Dialogues with the Unaltered,
The Pragmatic Vigilante,
The Follower,
The Chaplains,
A Formless Thing,
The First Rule of Piranesi
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