Elbow Deep in the Nearly Dead

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Elbow Deep in the Nearly Dead
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Category Story Event
Type Story
Data ID 240493

Elbow Deep in the Nearly Dead is a Sunless Sea Story Event.

Story description[edit | edit source]

"The Fading Haruspex has little time left. Nor does the <beast>. You pick up the ceremonial knife. She squeezes your other hand tight, whispering what little she can to guide you through the vivisection process."

Trigger conditions[edit | edit source]

Area: Limbo
Frequency: Always (100%)

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
The beast moans its last
A dry shuddering marks the end of both its life and pain.
Secrets lost to zee and time
The Fading Haruspex's hand slips from yours. She falls to the bloody floor, the last of her energy spent. Her disciples hurry to move her away from the Old Zailors' feeding frenzy. One gently moistens her face one last time, to better close her cracked eyelids. "Thank you for trying. We will take her home now. They will not complain. Not much. Not now that she will never answer another question. Please. She saw many secrets down here. They were of no use to her, sadly, but she would want someone to benefit from them."
In morte ultima veritas
The entrails on the Haruspex's small table finally form a coherent pattern. For a moment, you can see what she sees.
Cut the flesh
Reveal what lies inside. Carve the path.
Failed event Special is calculated as follows: (150 - 35*Gant Pole: An Apprenticeship in Haruspicy) * 1.67
A wasted cruelty
Your knife slips, puncturing an organ. The Gant Pole: Something Ends moans and writhes, its pained shuddering throwing you down to the ground.
Successful event
A step closer
The Haruspex guides your knife. A careful slice here. A cut there. Viscous blood bubbles around the blade, hot despite the cold blubber under your knuckles. Wipe it clean on a cloth. Open a way to the secrets behind flesh and bone.
Sort the entrails
The Haruspex's slate is notched and marked, ready for them.
Failed event Special is calculated as follows: (150 - 35*Gant Pole: An Apprenticeship in Haruspicy) * 1.67
A mess of worthless meat
No matter how you sort them, these are just sticky strings of useless flesh. The beast moans as you sever and discard them.
Successful event
One by one by one
In every slice, a purpose. No cut ever wasted on unnecessary cruelty. Thread by thread, a picture draws itself on white ivory and in fresh understanding behind your eyes.
Dig deeper
You have not yet reached the heart.
Failed event Special is calculated as follows: (150 - 35*Gant Pole: An Apprenticeship in Haruspicy) * 1.67
Caverns of flesh
A slip of the knife. The subdued roar of the nearly dead. You pat its hide with your hand, stroke it. Don't worry, you tell it. Soon it will be time to sleep.
Successful event
Invasive procedures
The foul smell no longer makes you need to retch. The damp heat soaked into your skin through cotton and stitching is as familiar as your own skin. Layers of fat and gristle peel away as you push forwards, every cut closer to the prize.
Pluck an organ
It will take careful timing to extract one safely.
Failed event Special is calculated as follows: (150 - 35*Gant Pole: An Apprenticeship in Haruspicy) * 1.67
An end still denied
Your knife misses its target. The beast rocks, too exhausted to cry out again. It has little life left in it.
Successful event
Through the parted flesh
You reach in and sever the connections. The warm, pulsing mass throbs in your hand, ready to be peeled and cut apart. What does this thing do? It has no human counterpart, that much is certain.
Search for patterns
What does the Haruspex see that even her disciples cannot?
Failed event Special is calculated as follows: (150 - 35*Gant Pole: An Apprenticeship in Haruspicy) * 1.67
Still incoherent
Blood, sweat, and tears drip from your fingers, forehead and eyes as you stare at the stone disk handed you by the Haruspex's disciples, willing the mess to make sense.
Successful event
A nexus of ages
Not something in the beast itself, for what could it have seen that directly answers any question you might have? Something deeper. In the tide. In the air. A gossamer thread of connections, slowly woven over centuries. Is that it? Or is that just in your head?
End the beast's pain
There is nothing worth gaining from this cruelty.
A final twist of the knife
One last scream. One last shudder. It is over. The beast's thrashing slows. Its anguished moan ends. The Fading Haruspex's hand slips from yours, the last of her energy spent. Her disciples hurry to move her away from the Old Zailors' feeding frenzy. One gently moistens her face one last time, to better close her cracked eyelids over dry eyeballs.


Links[edit | edit source]

Links In[edit | edit source]

SS gantpolesmall.png A New Arrival at the Gant Pole

Links Out[edit | edit source]

SS gantpolesmall.png The Gant Pole, SS bloodstainsmall.png Secrets Wrapped in Blood and Bone


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