The White Well | |
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The White Well (Sidebar) | |
Located in | the Blue Kingdom |
Ports | The Stone-Faced Court |
Shops | The Rag-and-Bone |
The White Well is a station in the Blue Kingdom, located north-west from Sky Barnet.
Guide[]
Captains of any status can visit the bazaar and shops.
Invisible, Antedeceased or Ephemera captains can enter The Stone-Faced Court.
Entering requires a pass, good for 30 days, which costs 3 Casks of Navaratine Gemstones, 1 Testament of Roses or having a litigator.
This location leads to The Stone-Faced Court.
Log Entries[]
Here judgement is pronounced and sentence executed.
The Watcher-in-the-Well holds dominion here over the quick and the dead.
The Conductor has a suggestion "Why don't we leave your Aunt—" The rest is lost under the barrage of her handbag.
The Eccentric shivers as you near the White Well. "Let's not stay long, Captain." She withdraws to the engine room.
The Fatalistic Signalman peers at the Well. "'I suppose we've seen the worst of it all now', I was just thinking to myself. Happier times."
The Inconvenient Aunt frowns at the well. "There are quicker ways of getting rid of people."
The Repentant Devil observes the White Well. "A simple and effective punishment." His tone is one of grudging admiration.
"I hope you have no intention of leaving me here," the Forged Companion says, in a calculatedly neutral tone.
The Stone-Faced Court[]
Half-ziggurat, half-fortress, the Court is where spirits go to face judgement before they meet their end. A meek little city has sprung up around it almost by default.
Urd | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 303358 |
Urd[]
A quietly frostbitten city that clings like a scab to the White Well. Masked dead wander its ice-sheathed streets, going wherever dead people go. A statue crumbles on every corner, subjecting passers-by to forbidding stone glares.
At Urd's centre looms the Stone-Faced Court, where the dead are judged. A ziggurat wide as a mountain, as tall as a stack of castles. Urd's population are mostly waiting for permission to enter.
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Seek entry to the Stone-Faced Court
A queue of thousands of masked spirits stretches out from the gates and winds up and down a dozen streets, through buildings and over rooftops.
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Skipping the line
Most of the population of Urd, it seems, are holding a place in the tangled queue. You see spirits departing and re-joining, silently tapping each other in and out. No one pushes. No one cuts in. An unfathomable etiquette is at work.
When you ask a spirit near the front how long they've been waiting, they just shrug.
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Enter the Stone-Faced Court
You will need an entry pass from the Administrator in order to skip the queue.
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Seek entry to the Stone-Faced Court
A queue of thousands of masked spirits stretches out from the gates and winds up and down a dozen streets, through buildings and over rooftops.
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Entry denied
A woman sits in a booth beside the gates to the Court. At least, you think she's a woman. The flesh above her collarbone has been carefully trimmed away, leaving a picked-clean skull with gemstones in its sockets. She grins more fixedly than one might expect, even from a skull.
"The Court is no place for you, dear," trills the Unreasonably Chirpy Administrator. "The Yoked are not permitted. Only the Graven may take care of important affairs within the Stone-Faced Court." Game note: You cannot enter the Court when your Status is Yoked. |
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Enter the Stone-Faced Court
You will need an entry pass from the Administrator in order to skip the queue.
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Entry denied
The gates do not open for you.
"The Court is no place for you, dear," trills the Unreasonably Chirpy Administrator. "The Yoked are not permitted, entry pass notwithstanding. Only the Graven may take care of important affairs within the Stone-Faced Court." Game note: You cannot enter the Court when your Status is Yoked. |
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Enter the Stone-Faced Court
You will need an entry pass from the Administrator in order to skip the queue.
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Mingle in the crowds approaching the staircase
There are endless numbers of them.
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Meet the Exacting Ombudsman
He gave you directions to a coffee-house.
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A Bit of a Wait | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 303361 |
A Bit of a Wait[]
A woman sits in a booth beside the gates. At least, you think she's a woman. The flesh above her collarbone has been carefully trimmed away, leaving a picked-clean and perfectly bald skull with gemstones in its sockets. She grins more fixedly than one might expect, even from a skull.
"It's a bit of a wait, dear," says the Unreasonably Chirpy Administrator.
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Offer a tithe of Navaratine Gemstones You are not here to petition, but as a guest. And as a guest, you can skip the queue - if you brought a gift. |
A tithe of gems Proper formalities must be observed. The Administrator steps from her booth, bows deeply, and tells you that she can't possibly accept such a gift. It is your prerogative, of course, to insist that she does. Oh no, she says, she couldn't possibly. The back-and-forth is relentless. ![]() ![]() Triggers event: ![]() |
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Ask your Litigator to intercede on your behalf Your champion glides forward, smoothing, flattering, placating. |
The Litigator's intervention Litigator: the Cowled Loquacitor(sfc_entry)Litigator: the Embittered Devil(sfc_entry)Litigator: the Nameless Spirit(sfc_entry) "Your entry permission lasts one month only," says the Administrator, stamping a certificate and handing it to you. |
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Submit a Testament of Roses By filling out some paperwork and providing insurmountable proof of your soul's good character, you can skip to the front of the queue. |
An unimpeachable reference
The Administrator takes a single bored glance at your Testament before stuffing it into a drawer. "Begin with the Sixty-fourth Petition for Penumbral Consideration to wet your palate, then you can move on to the less interesting applications," she says with immense relish, stacking wax tablets in a teetering pile. "If your hand starts to cramp, I can fetch one bucket of ice. But you must return the ice."
Several miles of engraving later, you are finished. "Your entry permission expires in one month," she says, stamping a certificate and handing it to you.
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Never mind You're not entering the Stone-Faced Court any time soon. |
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A Dutiful Chaperone | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 303373 |
A Dutiful Chaperone[]
Blue Kingdom Status(met_by_official_stone_faced_court) Blue Kingdom Status(met_by_official2)
Interactions
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Follow the Carious Official
"Spirits are obliged to pretend that they can't see you, which could make for some excellent pranks, if that were permitted. Which it is not."
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Unremitting stone
Your footsteps ring out as you walk through the labyrinthine corridors of the Stone-Faced Court. The bleak stone catches the echo and magnifies it a hundredfold.
"Delightful, aren't they?" mutters the Official as you walk past a row of misshapen gargoyles. The Court is vast and cold and almost entirely empty, unless you count the statues. Everywhere you look there are statues, in varying states of decay.
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Follow the Carious Official
"The Court is freezing, so wrap up warm. Wouldn't want you catching your death. Ha, ha, ha. A little Blue Kingdom humour, there."
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Unremitting stone
Your footsteps ring out as you walk through the labyrinthine corridors of the Stone-Faced Court. The bleak stone catches the echo and magnifies it a hundredfold.
"Delightful, aren't they?" mutters the Official as you walk past a row of misshapen gargoyles. The Court is vast and cold and almost entirely empty, unless you count the statues. Everywhere you look there are statues, in varying states of decay.
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Follow the Exacting Ombudsman
"Before I take you to the trials, I have a favour to ask."
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Follow the Exacting Ombudsman
"It's excellent to meet you for the very first time!" You suspect that if the Ombudsman wasn't wearing a mask, he would be exaggeratedly winking.
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 304316 |
A Designated Chaperone[]
The Carious Official sighs deeply when he meets you at the gates. He has a thick folder under one arm with your name on the front. "No one else wants to deal with you, you know. You're everywhere at once, you change your Status like a pair of underpants, people disappear around you. So guess who's lumped with being your designated guide for the foreseeable, rain or shine? Muggins here."
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Follow the Carious Official
"I don't even have the energy to make jokes any more," says the Official. "If I had hair, you'd have turned it grey."
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Follow the Carious Official
"I don't even have the energy to make jokes any more," says the Official. "If I had hair, you'd have turned it grey."
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Follow the Carious Official
"So you're Ephemera now, is that it?" asks the Official gloomily. "They don't usually let me deal with Ephemera. I get lumped with the oddballs."
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The Exacting Ombudsman | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 305586 |
The Exacting Ombudsman[]
The Ombudsman asked you to meet him at a coffee-house in Urd, where masked spirits silently contemplate empty cups and remember what coffee was like.
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Approach the Ombudsman's table He's twitchy. He's abrupt. He's rude to the waitress. He clearly doesn't enjoy all this skulduggery. |
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The Chorea Machabaeorum "I interrogated the Jewelled Judge for hours and all I got out of her was a selection of inoffensive anecdotes." The Ombudsman shakes his head solemnly. "She's a tough nut to crack, that's for sure. But I have a plan. ![]() |
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Ask the Ombudsman how you can obtain an invitation The Chorea Machabaeorum is usually off-limits to all except the Graven, but the Ombudsman has an idea. He leans in conspiratorially. |
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The Ombudsman's plan "I happen to know that the Carious Official has received an invitation to the Machabaeorum, but he doesn't plan to attend," says the Ombudsman. |
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Tell the Exacting Ombudsman the truth The Watcher is dead, his judgements counterfeit. |
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The truth is out "I knew it!" declares the Ombudsman, leaping to his feet. "Rest assured, my vindication only somewhat dampens my outrage! I am going to travel at once to the Forge of Souls to present my findings." ![]() ![]() ![]() Triggers event: ![]() |
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Lie to the Exacting Ombudsman The Graven are still hearing the Watcher in their polished ivory heads, same as always. |
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An oddly disappointed Ombudsman "Oh," says the Ombudsman, standing and collecting his things. "Good. That's a good thing. After all, it would be dreadful if I had actually been on the brink of uncovering a vast and terrifying conspiracy. I suppose I'll return to the Forge of Souls and present our findings." ![]() Triggers event: ![]() |
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Lure the Ombudsman to his demise at the bottom of the well The Watcher's spirit lingers down there, you lie, but in a much-reduced state. It could perish at any minute. |
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A hero's mission "Then I must rescue the poor soul at once! Meet me at Wellmouth!" The Ombudsman leaps to his feet and rushes from the coffee-house. ![]() Triggers event: ![]() |
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Leave the coffee-house You leave the Ombudsman brooding over his empty cup. |
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Shops[]
The Rag–and–Bone
A market for the cast-offs of the prisoners held in the Well. The Graven who run the stalls regard you with alternately bafflement and contempt.
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