| A Truce on Neutral Ground | |
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| Category | Story Event |
| Type | Story |
| Data ID | 192742 |
A Truce on Neutral Ground is a Sunless Sea Story Event.
Story description[ | ]
At zee, you are deadly rivals. Here, you can simply be two Captains sharing a drink and a few stories.
Trigger conditions[ | ]
A Truce on Neutral Ground is triggered when you do the A familiar face action in 
Gaider's Mourn.
Interactions[ | ]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Drinks with the Pirate-Poet
Few have the constitution to match a Clay Man. |
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An evening of haze and regret
... Where is this? London? Venderbight? Naples? No. No, it is still the Mourn. Your mouth is dry, your body sore. Your head... you clasp a hand to it. It burns almost as much as it aches. Memories rush back. The clap of the Pirate-Poet's hand on your shoulder as she described the aftermath of your last encounter. Her story of countless days spent fighting her way through the slime and stench of a zee-beast's stomach. Rescue by slavers, then shovelling coal until opportunity arose to escape... and then? Then, there was more. Now, just aching. All over, but mostly... there. Why there, of all places? A bandage. Is it a wound from an ill-judged duel? No, you recall... a parting gift, given with a smirk and a baptised with a loving splash of cheap whisky. You peel back the fabric. A tattoo. Oh. Oh no.  Encounters with the Pirate-Poet = 50 [You have reached a rapport with the Pirate-Poet]
 Memoirs: A Pirate's Tattoo = 1 [Obscene. Illegal. Anatomically most improbable.]
 -10 x Terror
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| A tryst with the Pirate-Poet
You've fought many times. Tales of your mighty battles are told across the Neath. Your names are often spoken together. Is this the next step? |
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An alleyway consumation
The Pirate-Poet's caress is the slow pressure before the earthquake, the softness of silt slipping through fingers. Clay and flesh twist, grapple, entwine; an advantage pressed, a counter-attack enthusiastically welcomed. The smell of sweat. The taste of gunpowder. A few stolen minutes behind the Limpet that could never last long enough. The Pirate-Poet pulls her hood back over her bald head. "You have seen more of my poetry than most now. Those... those are verses from another time. I carved them, but it was your city made them part of my clay. I keep them as a promise to myself, that never again will your people get to leave their marks upon me." She hesitates. "But I will give you the chance, if you will do me the same honour." Encounters with the Pirate-Poet = 41 [You have forged a rivalry with the Pirate-Poet]
-10 x Terror
Triggers event: An Exchange of Tattoos
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| Walk away
She's an enemy. If she has mistaken civility for anything more, the fault is hers. |
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An invitation unanswered
You turn away. There are other places to drink. Encounters with the Pirate-Poet = 50 [You have reached a rapport with the Pirate-Poet]
Triggers event: Gaider's Mourn
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Links[ | ]
Links In[ | ]
Links Out[ | ]
An Exchange of Tattoos, Gaider's Mourn