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The Wildweald Court
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Category Story Event
Type Story
Linked to Sovereign Island

The Wildweald Court is a Sunless Sea Story Event.

Overview[edit | edit source]

SS monkeygaz.png The Wildweald Court is located on SS junglegaz.png Sovereign Island in the SS empireofhands portgaz.png Empire of Hands. From here, you can access:


The Wildweald Court[edit | edit source]

Trigger conditions[edit | edit source]

The Wildweald Court is triggered by choosing to Accept the commission or Refuse the commission during An Audience with the Emperor on Sovereign Island in the Empire of Hands, or by choosing to Travel to Wildweald Court while Zailing the Empire of Hands.

Story description[edit | edit source]

"A cacophony of Pentecost apes swings across ropes and ceiling beams in a cramped sea of sweat and malice. All are locked in an endless feud for souls and status, with scarce few having much else to call their own."

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
A Visitor in Court

Your wanderings bring you to the cramped laboratory of the Imperial Alchemist, wreathed in the smells of honey, wax and lacre.

A palace of avarice

You can feel the eyes on you as you slowly trudge around court on your inefficient human legs, constantly being pinched and poked and having your pockets picked. There is no shame in it for the apes, not even the one you catch in the act. It just spits in your face and scampers off making rude gestures. A pair of mandarins shake their heads at their low-souled brethren, for their lack of ambition as much as anything else.

Rare event (65%)
A mob of monkeys

Just getting around is almost impossible. Three high-souled monkeys fight over which has the most stylish wig. A stampede breaks out when a merchant stall collapses and all descend to take advantage. Two mandarins come to blows over a particularly valuable soul. The screeching chaos is unbearable. You retreat to a quiet corner, or at least as quiet as you can find.

A tiny revenge

Rocks fly and sticks strike at the unfortunate servant monkey in the bat suit, its shrieks of pain soon drowned out by the hate of the mob. Would it be worth pointing out that the Masters of the Bazaar are not the masters of London? No. Definitely not. For a moment they have a focus for their rage, at being trapped and mocked from abroad. One of them even produces a can of fuel, lighting both the bat and a good part of the roof ablaze.

The show ends as the fires are extinguished. The beaten, singed monkey from inside the costume is dragged away amidst a cacophony of jeering laughter.

A feeding frenzy!

A newly five-souled ape trembles in the spotlight, surrounded by ranks of jeering, mocking monkeys throwing vicious abuse and the occasional rock.

Its humiliations have been going on for a while by the time you arrive, the latest of them being publicly shaved as proof of commitment. As you watch from the corner, it plunges its head into a large bowl of... oh, how it wishes it was water... until its breath fails, only to be held under until the thrashing ends. Only then is it allowed to slump to the straw; limp, unconscious.

The crowd turns to the three mandarins whose decision is final. They turn their backs. The unfortunate ape's carcass is dragged away, as another steps forward to try its luck.

Experiments in souls

He dips them one at a time in a bowl of lacre; neath-snow. They fizzle in the frozen sorrow, something beyond a scream cutting the air. "No good," mutters the Alchemist, discarding what remains. "No good at all." He kicks the rest of the crate. "Worthless. All worthless..."

Well. If he has no need for them...

Rare event (50%)
The alchemy of souls

The Alchemist arranges a set of souls on a shelf. In Fallen London, it is believed that Pentecost apes thirst for any. For the savage unsouled, that is true. Once uplifted however, their attentions soon turn to finding the right souls, both individually and as a mix. There is no greater honour for an Emperor than to be entombed with their souls unreclaimed. It is a declaration that none other could hope to do as much with them.

Of course, what they see as uplifting could be simple copying, nothing more. To suggest that here however is considered highest heresy, for it implies the Emperor fit to rule on merely his own merits. Unthinkable!

An epic duel to the humiliation

When monkeys duel, every surface becomes part of the fight. They climb the walls, hang from the ceilings, charge through the cheering crowd with no care for who or what their rapiers may cut and slice. Death is not the goal. For the loser to forever remember this day and this defeat with burning shame is reward enough.

Bets are taken. Unfortunately you have insufficient resources to take part, much to the disgust of the nearby monkeys. It is still an exciting show though, ending only when the loser, wounded, is dragged away to be shaved and made to forfeit a soul as the winner's trophy.

An epic battle to the humiliation!

When monkeys duel, every surface becomes part of the fight. They climb the walls, hang from the ceilings, charge through the cheering crowd with no care for who or what their rapiers may cut and slice. Death is not the goal. For the loser to forever remember this day and this defeat with burning shame is reward enough.

Bets are taken. You place yours. Poorly, it turns out. As the losing monkey is taken to be shaved and at least one soul forfeited, you pay up.

Rare event (50%)
An epic battle to the humiliation!

When monkeys duel, every surface becomes part of the fight. They climb the walls, hang from the ceilings, charge through the cheering crowd with no care for who or what their rapiers may cut and slice. Death is not the goal. For the loser to forever remember this day and this defeat with burning shame is reward enough.

Bets are taken. You place yours. Victory! As the losing monkey is taken to be shaved and at least one soul forfeited, you collect your winnings.

Disorder in the court

What is the guilty party accused of? It hardly matters. He and the judge are in a screaming match that has the whole court pounding every surface in a drumbeat of approval. As you watch, the Judge throws not the book at him, but the gavel. And his chair. Then leaps down with a screech and starts tearing at him with his teeth while the monkeys whoop with fevered excitement.

By the end of the fight, everyone seems to have lost interest in what the case was about in the first place, and the judge and defendant are last seen hobbling off together. They leave behind a destroyed courtroom, and a thoroughly contented crowd.

Rare event (50%)
Twelve ecstatic monkeys

The accused shakes in the dock as the judge, a mandarin in a wig dirty enough for the fleas to have abandoned it, slams down the little statue that is as close as he has to a gavel. "The sentence!" he yelps. "The guilty will be taken from this place, sssh, and flayed... flayed!... with the shell of a crab, sssh, and all souls forfeit in the name of the Great Emperor! Unless! Unless this miserable wretch should have anything to say in his defense, yes?"

In this court, sentencing comes first. 'Defence' is merely a chance to whittle it down. Or is, when the guilty's advisor has not just winked at the audience and poured a stealthy sachet of mutersalt into his water...

A creator of maps

The Cartographer painstakingly draws one of the Empire's islands onto a parchment treated to look ancient. He explains his art freely, glad for a moment's recognition. Since the quarantine and trade embargo, the Empire's best way to lure visitors has been to seed the Unterzee with tales of lost treasure. Maps, primarily, just cryptic enough that they feel they have achieved something by their search. Then, while they poke about in the forests, both their souls and ships are- He stops. He's said too much.

Is there treasure buried though? Oh yes, he almost snaps, continuing to encode a series of directions into a recipe of some sort. If word spread that there was not, why would you fools continue to brave the voyage?

Rare event (50%)
A collector of maps

The monkeys have long sought to escape their island prison. It is the Imperial Cartographer's job to prepare for their success - a task hardly made easier by the regular Alterations of the Unterzee.

Maps of every configuration are spread out over his walls, in the forlorn hope that their consistencies will provide a measure of clarity. This would be more likely if not for his habit of idly filling gaps by pencilling in variably obscene doodles, on the grounds that his seniors will never be able to call his bluff.

The Silent Gallery

While the Emperor sleeps and feasts, the Exquisite Seneschal co-ordinates the Great Exodus.

You are granted permission to enter

The silence is a pleasant slap to the face, sweetly scented with incense. Inside, the Exquisite Seneschal moves between clusters of mandarins in their yellow and red robes, using her experience to not so much give orders as offer 'advice' on what the Emperor would wish.

Rare event (50%)
You are granted permission to enter

The silence is a pleasant slap to the face, sweetly scented with incense. Inside, the Exquisite Seneschal deals with the many demands and complaints of the court.

The Chandler of Souls

Your rising status in Court has inspired assorted parties to enquire about your willingness to... meet.

Trust is not a courtly virtue

The Chandler will however be pleased to act as your intermediary to ensure fair play on both sides of the transaction.

Trade with the Wildweald Court

Trading? No. It is not trading. However, should you have 'gifts' of a certain nature...

The keeping of appearances

A small group of powder-faced apes in the red-trimmed robes of court mandarins invite you into a quiet cushioned room. Drinks and honey cakes are served, and business carefully not discussed. After a while however, the charade gives way to polite expectation.

The Delightful Adventuress

She stands fuming, her head and hands locked tight in a pillory near the centre of the palace.

She glares at you with the purest hate

The honourable thing would be to take the high moral ground and not enjoy this at all.

Rare event (50%)
She glares as you approach

"Do not even think about it, darling,\" she spits. "When I return to London, there shall be a reckoning! My friends in the Admiralty will not stand for this, mark my - "

Oh look. A monkey selling rotten vegetables.

Gather Strategic Information for the Admiralty

This is a rare opportunity to peer into the heart of the Empire.

The Emperor seethes in silence

The Zeppelin is what has the Penties' full attention right now. However, dark murmurs not intended for your ears speak of unfinished business before the Exodus - of a weapon the Emperor intends to deploy against its greatest foes.

Leave the Court

The rest of the Empire of Hands awaits. As does a much needed breath of fresh air.

Back to Port Stanton

There is only a short wait for a rowboat.

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The Silent Gallery[edit | edit source]

The Silent Gallery
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Category Story Event
Type Story
Data ID 176492

Story description[edit | edit source]

"The Exquisite Seneschal attends her Emperor's needs, handling the chaotic administration of the Court."

Trigger conditions[edit | edit source]

This is one of the locations you can visit from SS monkeysmall.png The Wildweald Court.

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Ask for help translating the Vault inscriptions

The Exquisite Seneschal often finds herself looking to the past for assistance. She may have an idea.

A chip of the past

The Exquisite Seneschal looks around cautiously, and bids you follow her into a small room behind the Emperor's throne. She fishes for a small wooden box, and from it produces what looks like a shard of salt, the glimmer of red honey inside.

"The memory of an architect, long dead. They were scribes also. This is not like the honey you may know. It is frozen. Saved. Let it melt into your tongue. Should anybody see you, it will be said you stole it." She glares. "From the Emperor."

Available when you're exploring The Vault of the First Emperor on Fountainhead Island
A Plan: Fuel for the Zeppelin

The Exquisite Seneschal looks for a trusted agent to establish a relationship with the Iron Republic.

A deal with the devils

The Exquisite Seneschal provides you with a signed contract in a language it is unlikely any human can read. If you take it to the Iron Republic, they will provide you with Hydrogen. It will take several trips to fully supply the Zeppelin, but there will be no charge.

A Plan: Supplies for the Zeppelin

The Exquisite Seneschal may have an unpalatable way of gathering supplies, but only for a trusted friend.

A final meal

The cannibal pirates of Hearthsake Island have long been a thorn in the Empire's paw. With a few little drops of this vial, you could deal with them for good. Their supplies would be very welcome for the voyage.

Report the Zeppelin's completion

Everything is ready. It is time to tell the Emperor.

The Exquisite Seneschal summons the court

The Silent Gallery fills with excited Pentecost apes of every status, the air buzzing despite both threats and their best efforts.

Gain the Emperor's Favour

Steal the Zeppelin? Now there's an idea. A shame it is so well guarded. You would need to get behind him if you want to stab him in the back.

An offer is made

The Exquisite Seneschal bows politely. You have done quite enough for the Court, she assures you. None could possibly ask for a finer friend to-

"The human may... approach."

The Seneschal's powdered face turns a shade paler.

A Destination: Past the Uttermost Edge

Before the Zeppelin can depart, the monkeys must agree on a destination. Suggest they head East.

Uncharted zee!

Who knows what lies beyond the darkness? The Pentecost apes would not simply be explorers, but pioneers - the first known travellers, out in darknesses where none have even heard of humans! Probably! It's not a tale you can tell with any real conviction, but it boosts their ego. As you leave, they are already arguing over the wardrobe that they will need to give the best impression on their future friends and slaves.

A Destination: The Elder Continent

Before the Zeppelin can depart, the monkeys must agree on a destination. Suggest they head South.

Endless adventure!

Just think of it! The Elder Continent, in all its wonder and majesty! There, a monkey can be free... to build, to farm, to swing in the trees that at least they know are there and almost certainly don't bite. You're filling their heads with third-hand stories - myths and nonsense - but they drink it up. As you leave, they are already arguing about which legendary creatures sound the most delicious.

Take your place in the Great Exodus

The Emperor promised that you would join him.

A sharp vision of the future

Yes. Yes, you can see it now. Boarding the Soaring Glory, filled with excitement. Then, rifles in your face. The rest of the journey a captive, and on the other side, a slave. You cannot be sure, of course. It seems unlikely though that the Emperor would actually make such a serious exception in his burning hatred for humanity.

Still, he does have to keep face, for now. You could use his Favour to board and steal the Zeppelin, and remain master of your own destiny.

A far more tempting proposition...

Return to the Court

The Exquisite Seneschal has work to be getting on with.

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You return to the chaos outside

You could live here all your life and never get used to the noise and smell. The prospect is not a tempting one.


The Chandler of Souls[edit | edit source]

Story description[edit | edit source]

"High-souled apes prize quality over quantity, seeking beneficial spiritual alchemy. The Chandler lacks the finesse of devils, but he assures you that this is not a problem. Your soul is his concern, your comfort is not."

Trigger conditions[edit | edit source]

This is one of the locations you can visit from SS monkeygaz.png The Wildweald Court if you're not Soulless.

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Sell to the Mayor of Port Stanton

With it, he will have the five souls needed to petition for membership of the Court.

Game Note: The Mayor can offer 175 Echoes

The arrangements are made

The devils call it Abstraction. It is said to be a beautiful ceremony. The methods of the Pentecost apes are rather more functional. At least for this quality of soul.

You are led into a small room and ordered, not asked, to disrobe. You permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. Your head is locked forwards, unable to turn to see what is causing the screeching sounds of metal on rust. Something cold pricks your back. An ether-soaked rag is pressed against your mouth.

Later, you awaken bruised, with a headache and feeling of loss. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

Sell to the Ambitious Page

She will likely not keep it for longer than it takes to trade up. For now though, it serves her purposes.

Game Note: The Ambitious Page can offer 400 Echoes

The arrangements are made

You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few degrees or sharp edges from being a torture device. The Chandler assures you that you have nothing to worry about, before welcoming in not simply the Page, as agreed, but group of young Pentecost apes hoping to be his latest apprentice.

Who amongst them knows why ether is involved, he asks, allowing the eldest to do the honours. She looks at you. She looks at the bottle of ether. She looks at the rag. She grins. And she pushes it, bone-dry, into your mouth.

The answer, it turns out, involves screaming. Much.

Later, you awaken under rags, aching, with a strange feeling of loss. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

The Chandler of Souls has your payment. He returns his cut, less in apology than in the hope that you will remain quiet.

Sell to the Veiled Concubine

She seeks uplifting from the servant classes to the low-aristocracy.

Game Note: The Veiled Concubine can offer 850 Echoes

The arrangements are made

In her incense-perfumed chamber in a quiet corner of the palace, the Veiled Concubine awaits. She bids you to disrobe and lie face-down on a bed of cushions, where she rubs relaxing scented oils into your back. Her furred fingers massage away tensions so deep as to be in your bones. It is not long before you slip peacefully, content, into a sleep deeper than the zee itself.

Too soon, for it would always have been too soon, you awaken in a bed of silks. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.


Sell to the Monkey Baronet

There is something in your eyes he approves of. He wishes to see if he can replicate it in his own polished-silver mirror.

Game Note: The Monkey Baronet can offer 1000 Echoes

The arrangements are made

You are the guest of honour at an evening soiree, where he and fellow high-souled apes all but dote on your stories of the zee. Under its quarantine, residents of the Empire of Hands have no choice but to smuggle themselves any real distance, and that is hardly a journey for a high-souled ape. Do you not agree?

The apes prove surprisingly fine company, the wine and opiates flowing free. Souls are not even discussed once, not even when the last guest has gone and it is time for business to be concluded. Your host waits for you to drain your glass of both wine and drugs, catching you easily as you slump in your chair.

You awaken on a couch under a blanket, your clothes on a nearby chair - freshly washed, pressed and awaiting your departure. It is done. Your mind licks at the strange emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

A gift for the Emperor

If it pleases him to accept, of course.

Game Note: This trade is a gamble, based on the Emperor's mood

The arrangements are made

You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out.

You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. It is not flattering. Your gift will grudgingly be placed with the Emperor's treasures, as politeness demands, but you are asked to only send gifts appropriate to his stature in future.

Rare event (50%)
The arrangements are made

You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out.

You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. She thanks you on behalf of her Emperor for your gift, and hopes you will accept this token of gratitude.

The arrangements are made

You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out.

You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. He thanks you on behalf of his Emperor for such a fine gift, and hopes you will accept this token of gratitude.

Rare event (50%)
The arrangements are made

You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out.

You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written and signed by the Exquisite Seneschal. He thanks you on behalf of his Emperor for such a fine gift, and hopes you will accept this token of gratitude.

The arrangements are made

You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out.

You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written by the Exquisite Seneschal, but signed by the Emperor's own hand. He thanks you for such a fine gift, and hopes that you will accept this as a token and demonstration of the Empire of Hands' gratitude.

Rare event (50%)
The arrangements are made

You are led into a small room and politely asked to first disrobe, and then permit yourself to be bound in a metal contraption only a few sharp edges from being a torture device. An ether-soaked rag is pressed to your face as the spirifage process is carried out.

You awaken on a small bed. It is done. Your mind licks at the emptiness as a tongue might a missing tooth.

As you dress, a young monkey arrives with a letter clearly written by the Exquisite Seneschal, but signed by the Emperor's own hand. He thanks you for such a fine gift, and hopes that you will accept this as a token and demonstration of the Empire of Hands' gratitude.

No sale. Not for now.

Whether the offers are insufficient or you simply thought twice, you'll be keeping your soul.

The Chandler of Souls bows

Should you change your mind, he is here.


A Civilised Exchange of Gifts[edit | edit source]

A Civilised Exchange of Gifts
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Linked to SS empireofhands portsmall.png Empire of Hands
Data ID 178092

Story description[edit | edit source]

"It is unlikely that the Admiralty itself would consider this a mere bending of the rules, but it provides a veneer of respectability that the mandarins crave."

Trigger conditions[edit | edit source]

This is one of the locations you can visit from SS monkeygaz.png The Wildweald Court.

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Note: SS desksmall.png Empire of Hands: Wildweald Status is currently capped at 50, so beyond this point the only gain will be the monetary one.

Interaction Unlocked by Effects Notes
A gift of souls

Pentecost apes can't get enough of souls. If there is one thing everyone knows about them, it's that. And where you're from, you can buy them by the crate.

The air turns cold

Wholesale souls? Do you take them for savages? Devils? Your pitiful charity is utterly rejected, with a slam of clenched paw on table. Outside these walls, yes, their brethren may thirst for any random soul. Inside however only the finest alchemy will suffice - refined, distilled, perfected. How dare you think anything else? No! Take your tuppence-a-soul rejects and begone!

A gift of red honey

It is so hard to come by, muses the mandarin idly fondling a pot of rare Violant Ink. A pity. The Exquisite Seneschal is known to have uses for it.

A deliberate accident

Did you pick up the Pot of Violant Ink instead of the honey you were showing to him? How clumsy! At least you have the perfect substance should you feel the urge to write a polite apology note at some later date.

A very poor deal unless you need the Violant Ink desperately - usually it's better to either go for quest that gives it, or wait for the random shop in the Khanate to buy it for 77 x Echo, as Red Honey is worth about 1000 x Echo by itself in the right places.
A gift of cinders

A mandarin grants you a glimpse of a Judgements' Egg. Very rare. Most prized. Almost as much as the Cinders traded only between the highest of high-souled apes.

A most unfortunate distraction

A Judgements' Egg is a soul of a sort, though not one even the Pentecost apes would try to absorb. Strangely, as you show the mandarin your cinder and she shows you her egg, she is called away by an unheard voice. How strange. You had better hold onto this. For safe-keeping, of course.

Use only if you require Eggs desperately - as the Ray-Drenched Cinder is rarer and more valuabe.
A gift of wine

The berries of the Empire of Hands make a bitter wine, apologises the mandarin. They were always such a treat, the vintages of London. Before the unpleasantness.

A libation is poured

The Empire of Hands does however brew a most fine coffee, muses the mandarin. It looks a little like the kind you would find back home. It smells like it. It tastes utterly indistinguishable. Pure coincidence, he declares, gesturing for more.

A good deal - Wine is worth 21-24 echo, and Coffee is worth 38-44 echo.
A gift of prisoner's honey

This far East, it is so hard to come by, say the mandarins. Then they sigh, as one. Is it so wrong, they ask, to seek a brief escape into dream now and again?

A monkey is introduced, with the soul of a poet

Ordinarily, that is not meant quite so literally. His words alone transport you into another world, through a veil of sad tears and out into a reality that feels somewhat warmer. At the mandarin's nod, he leaves signed copies of his work behind. A gift, for one of a land where such stories are prized and properly appreciated.

A good deal - Honey is worth 26 echo, Romantic Literature is worth 19-22 echo. Mind the revenue men though. Unless it's for the venturer, you do not want to land with this (and SAY of 1-30) in London.
With apologies, no gifts today

You do not have anything worthy of such company. Or at least, that is the lie it feels safest to tell them.

    -

The mandarins bow, stiffly and pointedly

It was, they do not feel the need to say, their pleasure.

The Not-So Delightful Adventuress[edit | edit source]

The Not-So Delightful Adventuress
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Category Story Event
Type Story
Linked to Empire of Hands
The Wildweald Court
Data ID 176494

Story description[edit | edit source]

"Barnabas stoically stands by his seething mistress, ensuring the monkeys do not take their fun too far. His bruised loyalty does not however stretch to interfering with the opportunistic monkey selling ammunition."

Trigger conditions[edit | edit source]

Accessible from SS monkeygaz.png The Wildweald Court

Interactions[edit | edit source]

Actions Requirements Effects Notes
Buy a tomato

Heavy and squishy, in just the right stages of rot. Juices drip down your hand as you squeeze its soft skin.

    SS ironsmall.png Iron challenge (167 for 100%)

    SS echosmall.png 10 x Echo

Failed event
A complete miss!

The rotten tomato flies wild, splattering against the wall. The monkeys howl in disappointment. The Delightful Adventuress' lips curl in a sneer of contempt.

Rare failed event (10%)
A classic miss!

The rotten tomato flies wild, missing the Delightful Adventuress but splattering hard into the face of passing mandarin. The shrieks of shock and outrage from his once-perfectly powdered lips leave the monkeys screaming with laughter.

Successful event
A direct hit!

The rotten tomato splatters into the Delightful Adventuress' face, dripping from her hair and chin as she splutters incoherent rage. The monkeys cheer wildly.

Decline the opportunity

That is a revenge for monkeys. You are better than that. Or more fiscally responsible, at least.

You leave the Delightful Adventuress to her fate

It is doubtful that she will be here for long. Theft is not a huge crime to the monkeys, particularly when they got their share anyway. They will most likely free her as soon as her outrage ceases amusing them.

Of course, this far East she will be waiting a long time for another ship to take her back to Fallen London.

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