A castaway | |
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Category | Random Event |
Type | Explore |
Linked to | Mutton Island Whither |
Data ID | 182153 |
A castaway is a Sunless Sea Explore Random Event.
Trigger conditions[ | ]
A castaway can be triggered in Mutton Island and in Whither by doing the following:
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Event description[ | ]
A woman in an iridescent green gown waves vaguely from a rock near the shore. Sorrowful sighs waft across the water towards you. An idiot castaway? A mermaid? Of course not. Mermaids are a preposterous myth.
Interactions[ | ]
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Forewarned
Oh, serpentus sirenesis, you rogue. With your humaniform tale-tip and your alluring sigh-bladders. You've probably laid your eggs along the rocks here, haven't you? If we can lure you far enough away, we can gather them - |
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A haul of serpentlings
The zee-wyrm slides sinuously into the water in pursuit of your bait. The 'woman' is revealed as the cunningly shaped green-scaled tip of its tail. You have a zailor scrape the rocks for wyrm-eggs. Sure enough, she comes up with a bucketful. They're on the point of hatching! Keep them safe.
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Approach
The poor woman won't answer your hails, but she's obviously in need of assistance. |
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Send a troublemaker to the rescue
An elegantly gowned woman on a distant rock? This sounds more than fishy. Send someone you won't miss. |
Radical discipline
Your troublesome zailor strides confidently out towards the rocks. The 'woman' contorts and slides into the water: she's the tip of a zee-serpent's tail! The serpent's head rears from the waves. There's a nasty business with thrashing and teeth and so forth, and your troublemaker is gone. Well, that'll do something for discipline.
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Summary: The troublesome zailor is eaten by Neptune's Harlot, ensuring the rest of the crew know you're deadly serious about discipline. | |
Avoid
She's probably a pirate or a Drownie or someone's feral aunt. |
Sad sighs pass
She waves languidly as you move down the beach. A ghost? An eccentric bather? You'll never know. |