The Bell Tower | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Linked to | Low Barnet |
Data ID | 243316 |
The Bell Tower is a Sunless Sea Story Event.
Story description[ | ]
A shadowy space extends above your head. You can glimpse the rim of the bell, a dim circle of bronze. Ropes trail from its mouth. They're wet.
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The Bell Tower is available through the “Access the Bell Tower” interaction in Low Barnet. This interaction requires the successful completion of the Another Contest of Stories event ( Low Barnet: Story Contests ≥ 2).
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Examine the bell
A ladder runs up one side of the tower. |
A dark ascent
You scale the tower wall, feeling for each rung in the darkness. The ladder creaks. The bell ropes sway gently at your back as you ascend. Soon you are within reach of the bell. The metal shape is colossal in the confined space, its exterior still shiny despite, presumably, years beneath the zee. You lean over to look inside. The clapper is covered in a dark residue. And the interior seems soft, blackened, wrinkled. Covered in pieces of- Suddenly, you know what happens to those who ring the bell.
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Ask about the bell
The vergers seem more talkative now. |
A resonant delivery
One of the vergers glances up into the tower's heights. The other studies the prongs of his trident. “Bell was here before we were. But it's not from the surface. Royal Navy brought it, they say. But not regulars. Deserters or something. Strange crew.” “What happens when you ring it?” He exchanges glances with his companion. “If you ring it, you'll find out.” |
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Ring the bell
The ropes dangle within easy reach. |
Taken up
You close your hands around the glistening rope and pull. BONG. The noise reverberates around the narrow confines of the tower. As the bell swings, the rope tugs at your grasp. You cannot let go! Your feet lift off the ground and the walls flash past as you are yanked inside the bell- You are light, all of you. The sun that turns; the touch that burns. The voice of fires and falling spires. The wheel within the wheel within the wheel, contemplating, constructing, consuming. Each click of the cog, the circles colliding and guiding- You struggle free, and fall. The impact of your body on the cold floor slams breath back into your lungs. A verger looks around the door, and seems surprised to see you. He makes a superstitious warding gesture. “Trespasser,” he whispers. |
Game note: Do not do this. | |
Ring the bell
The ropes have withdrawn, out of your reach. |
Spurned
You scramble up a few rungs of the ladder and stretch for the dangling rope. It swings away from your palm, slithering up into the bell's mouth. |
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Leave the bell tower
There is nothing further to be done here. |
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Smuggle in the Wandering Parson
The vergers look like forbidding, but they might fall for an ingenious ruse. |
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Failed Event | |
Not fooled
“A leak in the transept?” The verger shakes his head. “We inspect the seals every morning. What you might be seeing is bladder beetles. Always a problem down here. Body like a jellyfish. Sting like a jellyfish. Swarm like jellyfish would if there were two thousand of 'em. If you see something that looks like a leak down here, don't put your fingers in it. Oh yeah, and they get inside the zubs too.” The Parson lingers behind a nearby pillar, disappointed.
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Successful Event | |||
Misdirected
You suggest refitting the rose window as a docking port. The vergers cannot resist explaining to you why that would not work, with reference to pressure differentials and stress points. Behind you, the Parson slips into the bell tower. You step back inside just in time to see him seize the bell rope with both hands and give an almighty pull. BONG! His expression of fascination is replaced by wide-eyed terror as the rope hauls him at breathtaking speed up the tower and inside the bell. There is a brief scream; a damp crunch. Coins shower you, along with a bracing drizzle of gore. You won't be collecting a second fare from the Wandering Parson. But he had a surprising amount of pocket change.
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