| Wrack | |
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| Wrack (Map) | |
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| Wrack (Gazetteer) | |
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| Located in | Stonesoul Isles |
| Ports | Wrack |
| Shops |  Hull-harvest
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| Shipyard | None |
Wrack is an arbour of shipwrecks, where the flesh of kelp brings intoxication.
Port description[ | ]
Ships lured by false promises and lights litter the zee-floor. Their broken hulls make a city for the wreckers. The citizens are in constant motion, working to survive and appease the Fair King, who sits deep within the city on his wheeled throne.
Wrack: Earn your Entry[ | ]
The wreckers surround your docked zubmarine. They greet you with crooked blades and rusted blunderbusses. "Easy, Trespasser. You want in, you prove you belong here."
This event is triggered by docking in Wrack for the first time.
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Tell of your exploits
Impress them with tales of your daring! Or at least make yourself the hero of a violent story you overheard. |
 1 x Tale of Terror!!
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Natural born storyteller
Your words are like hooks in their ears. The violence drags them where you will. By the end, they've sheepishly lowered their weapons - before raising them again in great cheer, sounding like the thundering of cannon fire. "D__n fine, Trespasser! Welcome to Wrack!"  +11 to +13 x Wrack: The State of the City
-1 x Tale of Terror!!
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| Wrestle them
That's right. All of them. |
 Iron challenge (125 for 100%)
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Failed event | Game note: This could go badly. |
| A collection of styles
You launch headlong into the crowd, taking a sinewy scavenger and two of the fellows behind her down into the floor. You leap onto a cruel pack of poets who curse you in Greek! Flip a miner who rushes at you with a hooked knife! But the zailor who screams the Assyrian war cry puts you in a headlock and throws you back onto your zubmarine. The wreckers roar with laughter. "You've got to show us better than that!"  +5 x Terror
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| You launch headlong into the crowd, taking a sinewy scavenger and two of the fellows behind her down into the floor. You leap onto a cruel pack of poets who curse you in Greek! Flip a miner who rushes at you with a hooked knife! Headlock a zailor who screams an ancient Assyrian war cry!
One catches you from behind in a hug. She laughs in your ear. The rest of the wreckers raise their weapons, and cheer: "D__n fine, Trespasser! Welcome to Wrack!" +11 to +13 x Wrack: The State of the City
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Wrack[ | ]
Interactions[ | ]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Search for the Fierce Philanthropist's husband
Did he seek the Fair King's protection? |
 Ambition: Searching for Lytton challenge (99 for 100%)
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Wrack ≥ 1 [Seek Lytton in Wrack, the City of Delights.]
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Failed event | Game note: Check your journal for reminders about where the Philanthropist's husband might be. |
| No luck
Your enquiries are exhaustive - the Philanthropist's husband is not here. You can cross this port off your list. | |||
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| A promising lead!
A Wistful Wrecker confirms your suspicions: Lytton was here, but only briefly. He lost himself in Wrackweed for a time, before finding passage to Low Barnet, nestled at the feet of London. Ambition: Death Hath no more Dominion = 40 [Find the Fierce Philanthropist's husband at Low Barnet, near London]
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Aigul = 0
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Anthe = 0
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Dahut = 0
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Hideaway = 0
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Nook = 0
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Scrimshander = 0
Ambition: Seeking Lytton: Wrack = 0
Ambition: Searching for Lytton = 0
 +1 x Secret
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| Buy an audience with the Fair King
The wreckers fear and adore their King. With the right offering, you may be able to meet him. |
Sometimes, it happens in this way:
The rusted walls behind him are draped with two banners made of the tattooed flesh of his amputated legs. He is admiring the scintillack through a jeweller's lens as you enter. "We are pleased. Tell me," he says, looking at you, "How would you... good God." He wheels toward you. His voice is hoarse. "We are not strangers, you and I. Taste the tether and see for yourself."  Wrack: Your Relationship to the Fair King = 1 [You are acquainted with the Fair King]
 -1 x Scintillack
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| Go Wrecking!
If you can lure ships toward Wrack, the wreckers may sink them. The King himself will reward you. |
 Wrack: New Prey for the Wreckers ≤ 0
Wrack: Your Relationship to the Fair King ≥ 1 [You are acquainted with the Fair King]
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"Right then, Trespasser. We've heard fine things about some captains in Wrack: New Prey for the Wreckers - why don't you go there and convince them to come our way?"
+1 to +3 x Wrack: New Prey for the Wreckers
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| "A little jillyfleur tells me that there's someone you should speak to in Wrack: New Prey for the Wreckers, Trespasser. Why not make a friend, and send them over this way?"
+1 to +3 x Wrack: New Prey for the Wreckers
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| Eavesdrop on the Wreckers
Learn where they are operating. Maybe you can warn the ports for the sake of goodness and profit. |
 Wrack: A City with Ships to Save ≤ 0
Wrack: Your Relationship to the Fair King ≥ 1 [You are acquainted with the Fair King]
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"Do you really think she can convince the b____rs to zail our way?"
"Of course. They're fools up in Wrack: A City with Ships to Save, and she's one of our best talkers. She'll find a nice captain with lots of cargo..." +1 to +3 x Wrack: A City with Ships to Save
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| A miner hangs on the arm of a poet. "That's your best work yet! No one could resist!"
The poet shrugs. "Its success all depends on the talker. And the audience. But they're pretty receptive in Wrack: A City with Ships to Save, aren't they? I'm sure we'll have another one sink over Wrack in a week." +1 to +3 x Wrack: A City with Ships to Save
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| Visit the Royal Hull
The Fair King is always glad to see you. |
Wrack: Your Relationship to the Fair King ≥ 1 [You are acquainted with the Fair King]
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The wreckers look on you with a quiet awe. They whisper as you pass. "...tethered to the King!"
 An Audience with the King
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| Taste the tether
There is a weed that grows on the broken ships: to taste it is a privilege reserved for succesful wreckers. |
Wrack: Your Relationship to the Fair King ≥ 1 [You are acquainted with the Fair King]
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Within the rusting innards of a broken battle ship, the Wreckers keep the tether. It is guarded by heavy bulwarks and priests capable of launching cannonballs across a room with their bare hands. It is the glory of Wrack.
 Knife, Cup, or Bone?
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| Provide for a Disgraced Tether-Priest, so he may provide for you
There is a gluttonous priest the wreckers avoid, who lost his ability to experience tether after carelessly letting it touch his hand. Now, he goes to debasing lengths to experience another vision. |
 Wrack: Aiding Research = 1 [Bring the Chemist a jarful of tether from Wrack]
 1 x Firkin of Prisoner's Honey
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Blue skies
It is not difficult to find a private cabin; the wreckers avoid him already. When you present him the honey, he snatches it from your hands and slurps it down. He crumbles onto the floor, eyes glazing, his voracious bites turning into stupid nibbles. A jarful of tether rolls out of his robe pocket right before he vanishes bodily. Wrack: Aiding Research = 5 [The Severe Chemist is waiting on the Uttershroom to collect his jarful of tether]
-1 x Firkin of Prisoner's Honey
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| Compile a Port Report
The Admiralty would be very interested in the wreckers' activities. |
The wreckers know their duties. The poets write enticing lies; talkers travel to other ports to spread them; miners construct the devices which'll sink the lured ships; and salvagers strip them bare.
The most celebrated of the wreckers wear no special costume, but are easily identified. They mumble poems in Arabic to themselves. They whistle lively tunes in new scales. They wear heavy gloves and carry silver clippers with which to cultivate tether. |
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| Put a blemmigan ashore
Outside the wrecks, botanical life seems to flourish. Certainly mycological life stands a chance inside. |
 1 x Docile Blemmigan
Propagation: Wrack ≤ 0
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Inspiration!
The blemmigan seems to totter down the hall. It pauses before a damp, stinking patch of sawdust, to write a couplet in the detritus. Yes, it will certainly be at home here. -1 x Docile Blemmigan
Propagation: Wrack = 1
+1 x Propagation: Blemmigans Abroad
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| Consider the state of the city
The wreckers look sallow. |
Wrack: The State of the City ≤ 16 [A City that Survives]
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Stores are running low. There is enough food to subsist for a time, but the poets may soon be out of paper, and the miners won't be able to make their explosives if their powder isn't refreshed.
But the Fair King ensures there is order. He goes without, just as his subjects do. And he sees that those who forsake their work for despair are flogged.
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Game note: Visit the Shops tab. |
| Consider the state of the city
The wreckers are looking flush! |
Wrack: The State of the City ≥ 17 [A City of Pleasures]
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They have done well! Supplies have floated from the broken ships like manna from Heaven. The city is bigger too, with the new wrecks added to it. The King has given one of the new hulls a name in Gaelic. Few understand the meaning, but everyone is sure it was selected in your honour.
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Game note: Visit the Shops tab. |
| Follow an echo through the hulls
Many wreckers sing; but none quite like this. |
"Careful, Trespasser," a wrecker warns as you approach. "He escaped from Dahut. Mind your manners, or you might lose an ear."
 The Escaped Composer
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