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Gant Pole
Gant Pole (Map)
SS Locations Gant Pole Map.png
Gant Pole (Gazetteer)
SS Locations Gant Pole.png
Located in The Chelonate
Ports Gant Pole
Shops SS servantsmall.png Jonah's End
SS bloodstainsmall.png Portentum
Shipyard None

The Gant Pole is only accessibly by Zubmarine. On your first visit, the event Where the Zee Goes to Die will trigger.

The Gant Pole is the heart of a colossal zee creature that has been taken over by Chelonites. Like their fellows on the nearby turtle, their primary concerns are ritual, hunting and rancid meat.

Port description[edit | edit source]

The leathery carcasses of hollowed-out beasts line the ventricles of this stone heart. Ancient blubber bubbles up around paths of bone and hide that squelch with every step. A distant drip carves eternity into hours.

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Speak with the Fading Haruspex

She sits in a ghoulish tent made of the bone and hide of long-dead beasts, saving her energy for the next great behemoth to reach its grisly end.

Explore further into the Gant Pole

Little light seeps into the maze of ventricles beyond this chamber.

You hold up the candle

The flame flickers as you approach the dry tunnels. A slight breeze pulses through them, carrying with it a pungent cocktail of salt, stale air and decay.

Compile a Port Report

The Admiralty is unlikely to take it seriously.

The Gant Pole

Ah, that favoured hazing method of many a veteran zailor, saved for particularly wet-behind-the-ears recruits. "Ask your captain to deliver this to the Gant Pole." "Go to the Gant Pole and find my pocketwatch." "Tell the crew, tonight we dine at the Gant Pole!" A hilarious jape, when not standing in the blasted place and hoping someone will pay for recent news from it.

Cut some flesh for the Chelonate

The carcass of the last beast to expire in this place still has plenty of meat hanging from its bones.

Pickled and pungent

Your crew would face starvation a hundred times before adding this still-quivering mass of glutinous blubber to the supplies. To the Chelonate, however, it probably counts as haute cuisine.

Release a blemmigan

There's no telling how this one will fare down here.

Anything but blubber

The blemmigan chirrups with happiness as it sinks its fangs into the endless feast. Unfortunately for it, a not-yet-salted zailor catches sight of it. Raw blemmigan on a stick. Somewhere on the zee, it had to be considered a delicacy.

Rare event (5%)
A happy blemmigan

The carnivorous little mushroom sinks its fangs deep into the endless supply of meat, not seeming to care that most of it is older than the Fifth City. Then it scuttles into the ventricles of the stone heart, chirruping happily at the endless banquet.

Deliver the Lost Pilgrim

What poor soul would come here willingly? But she seems happy, at least.

A soul with nothing left to lose

"At last, my pilgrimage is complete," She sighs with contentment. Slowly, reverently, she hands you a small bag of coins and an icon of Saint Croatoan the Lost. "Everything is left behind. I'm free." She wanders down a stone artery. A worn shoe squelches in the blubber of a dead beast. Without breaking stride, her foot slides free and she continues into the dark.


Triggered events[edit | edit source]

Where the Zee Goes to Die[edit | edit source]

Where the Zee Goes to Die
SS Locations Gant Pole.png
Category Story Event
Type Story
Data ID 240436

Story Description[edit | edit source]

"The zubmarine surfaces in a pocket of air in the middle of the giant stone heart. You are not the only new arrival. A Midnight Whale lies mortally wounded on a small beach of bone and blubber, moaning softly. An elderly woman in ragged red robes is carving its flesh, attended by a few disciples"

Trigger Conditions[edit | edit source]

When you first visit the Gant Pole, all three of SS heartsmall.png Gant Pole: An Apprenticeship in Haruspicy, SS bubblessmall.png Gant Pole: The Secrets Old Zailors Keep and SS fadingharuspexsmall.png Gant Pole: The Fading Haruspex will be equal to 0, so this event will trigger.

SS heartsmall.png Gant Pole: An Apprenticeship in Haruspicy ≤ 0,
SS bubblessmall.png Gant Pole: The Secrets Old Zailors Keep ≤ 0,
SS fadingharuspexsmall.png Gant Pole: The Fading Haruspex ≤ 0,
SS submarineblacksmall.png Under the Unterzee ≥ 1


Interactions[edit | edit source]

You can choose to side with the Haruspex or the Zailors here. They're not mutually exclusive (you can do both).

If you choose the Zailors here, you'll gain Gant Pole: The Secrets Old Zailors Keep, which will eventually end up with SS documentsmall.png Gant Pole: A Message From The Dead. Ensure you have some SS gossipsmall.png Recent News to trade with SS fadingharuspexsmall.png The Fading Haruspex if you wish to immediately speak to her.

If you choose to side with the Haruspex, you'll need wait until more dead things wash up to interact with the Zailors again.

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Approach the woman in red
Her hands move with expert, if incomprehensible, precision.
A demonstration of haruspicy
The art of divination through entrails. Not the most pleasant or reliable way of seeing the future, especially with the organs in question still warm and oozing as she plucks them from the great beast. Whatever she is looking for, the focus it demands exhausts her. A sudden sound. Rumbling. From the tunnels... the ventricles... the sound of a stampede. A cry of "Protect the mistress!" as a flood of naked old men and women wielding primitive bone harpoons charges towards the whale. Old Zailors, fixated on one goal: feast on the zee-flesh, whether the Haruspex is finished or not.


Defend the Fading Haruspex
These zailors look old enough to collapse at a slight breeze.
A rancid rout
You stride into the melee. The Haruspex and her disciples are outnumbered, but your contribution to the fray is worth at least ten of the elderly attackers. Their harpoons barely leave a scratch. Wrenching one from the nearest attacker, you easily hold the geriatric horde back with little but pointed gestures.

The Haruspex returns to her work. From the corner of your eye you see a little of the method behind it; just a little, but enough to see the traces of a pattern in the grooves of a small ivory slate. Portents of the Deep She frowns, unsatisfied.

The whale moans its last as she finishes up. Her work done, she thanks you with a nod, and has her people allow the Old Zailors to approach the slowly cooling carcass.
Game note: Hunt Thalattes, Behemoustaches, Beloveds or Triskelegants to bring more beasts to the Gant Pole.

The link in the description text is a bug. It should be Gant Pole: Portents of the Deep, and therefore nothing shows in-game.

Join the attack
Zailors have to stick together.
To the victors, the spoils
The Haruspex and her disciples are soon overwhelmed. They flee to the safety of their hide and bone tents while the zailors feast on fistfuls of warm innards - eaten raw and with evident delight. The whale's guts are shredded; there is nothing to be learned from them. When what you have to assume are the 'best' parts of the beast have been devoured, the zailors drag the rest off into their dark tunnels. Little but a hollowed carcass remains for the Haruspex's disciples and the small group of silent, clothed zailors who emerge from other tunnels to have their fill. All leave in silence, eyes hollow and mouths bloody.
Game note: Hunt Midnight Thalattes, Behemoustaches, Beloveds or Triskelegants to bring more beasts to the Gant Pole.

Stay out of it
A fight over whale blubber? Not your business.
The battle is not a long one. The elderly army soon overwhelms the Haruspex and her disciples, tearing into the carcass and feasting indiscriminately. When what you have to assume are the 'best' parts of the beast have been devoured, the zailors drag the rest off into their dark tunnels. Little but a hollowed carcass remains for the Haruspex's disciples and the small group of silent, clothed zailors who emerge from other tunnels to have their fill. All leave in silence, eyes hollow and mouths bloody.
Game note: Hunt Midnight Thalattes, Behemoustaches, Beloveds or Triskelegants to bring more beasts to the Gant Pole.


A New Arrival at the Gant Pole[edit | edit source]

A New Arrival at the Gant Pole
SS Locations Gant Pole.png
Category Story Event
Type Story
Data ID 240486

Story Description[edit | edit source]

"Your return is met by the sight of the recently wounded <creature name> oozing its last on the small beach. It has not been here long. It does not have long left."

Trigger Conditions[edit | edit source]

This event triggers by docking in the Gant Pole after you defeat a SS thalattegaz.png Thalatte, SS behemoustachegaz.png Behemoustache, SS Monsters Beloved.png Beloved or SS triskelegantsmall.png Triskelegant and choose to let it go, setting the SS knifegoldsmall.png Gant Pole: Something Ends quality.

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Assist the Fading Haruspex

You can keep away the Old Zailors while watching her work. You may learn something of her art.

Failed event
An endless swarm

"Sever the flesh," whispers the Haruspex. "Let the entrails form my path." You cannot make out what she says next. The swarm surges and it is all you can do to keep it at bay.

Successful event
A few pointed jabs with one of the Old Zailors' own harpoons keeps the mob at bay. "Sever the flesh," whispers the Haruspex. "Let the entrails form my path." Somewhere in the blood, guts and blubber, a pattern emerges. She closes her eyes.

Gant Pole: Portents of the Deep

Assist the Fading Haruspex

She has enough in her for one more divination.

Failed event Game note: This is your last chance to watch the Haruspex at work.

An endless swarm

"Sever the flesh," whispers the Haruspex. "Let the entrails form my path." You cannot make out what she says next. The swarm surges and it is all you can do to keep it at bay.

Successful event
A few pointed jabs with one of the Old Zailors' own harpoons keeps the mob at bay. "Sever the flesh," whispers the Haruspex. "Let the entrails form my path." Somewhere in the blood, guts and blubber, a pattern emerges. She closes her eyes.

Gant Pole: Portents of the Deep

Assist the Fading Haruspex

"Too weak," she whispers. "You must do it."

Game note: The Fading Haruspex is unlikely to survive this final divination and cannot hold out for another beast. This is your only chance to get any answers you may be seeking. The greater your knowledge of her art, the more likely you are to be successful.
Join the Old Zailors

The pounding of their approach echoes from the dark ventricles. They will be here soon.

The Haruspex and her disciples pull back once they see you enter the melee. Ancient zailors are one thing. A captain in their prime is another.

You kneel by the dying creature and dig in. Handfuls of entrails, steaming fresh. They slide down your throat and your stomach begs for more. The juice of ancient blubber. The chewy muscles and crunch of bone. Eat. Let the blood drip down your chin and stain your hands the red that can never truly be washed away. The beast's mewling will end soon.

Join the Old Zailors

The pounding of their approach echoes from the dark ventricles. They will be here soon.

The Haruspex collapses, the last of her energy gone. Her disciples carry her motionless body away as the feeding frenzy begins.

You kneel by the dying creature and dig in. Handfuls of entrails, steaming fresh. They slide down your throat and your stomach begs for more. The juice of ancient blubber. The chewy muscles and crunch of bone. Eat. Let the blood drip down your chin and stain your hands the red that can never truly be washed away. The beast's mewling will end soon.

Game note: The Haruspex cannot last any longer

Join the feeding frenzy

With the Haruspex gone, the Old Zailors can eat their fill.

Flesh. Bone. Blood.

You kneel by the dying creature and dig in. Handfuls of entrails, steaming fresh. They slide down your throat and your stomach begs for more. The juice of ancient blubber. The chewy muscles and crunch of bone. Eat. Let the blood drip down your chin and stain your hands the red that can never truly be washed away. The beast's mewling will end soon.

Ignore the feeding frenzy

You will never be that hungry.

A polite distance

You avert your eyes as the gory feast continues. The Old Zailors devour handfuls of raw, quivering blubber and entrails, and drag most of what remains into the dark. The Gant Pole's other inhabitants emerge to squabble over what little remains.

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