Behemoustache | |
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Type | Monster |
Stats | Health: 210 |
Location | Grand Geode Adam's Way Port Carnelian Aestival |
A relatively normal zee-beast resembling a huge fish with large teeth and a magnificent moustache that seems to enchant everyone that sees it. Not supernaturally, thankfully; it's simply that great, it'd seem.
Description[ | ]
The mouth gapes. The eyes are dull.
Behavior[ | ]
Note, these are literal values taken from game file. Auroral Megalops included for reference.
- Radius: 300 (tiles are 1500 wide)
- MovementSpeed: 14 (Auroral Megalops: 16)
- RotationSpeed: 1 (Auroral Megalops: 1)
- Attacks:
- Ram04 (Range 160, Base Hull Damage 16, Warmup 10)
- Ram04BigStagger (Range 100, Base Hull Damage 16, Warmup 10, StaggerAmount 12)
Interactions[ | ]
Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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Harvest its flesh and moustache
The one is oily. The other is both oily and magnificent. |
A luxuriant treasure
Take its teeth as trophies, and its bones for corsets. What of its moustache? So many possibilities! Cut it up for exotic antimacassars; place it over the door of your lodgings as a warning to burglars; sell it to the Young Stags club, back in London, as a mascot. For now, let it remain in the compartment devoted to Outlandish Artefacts.
Triggers event: Open an Unprepossessing Mass |
Since the default branch doesn't set An Unprepossessing Mass, you won't get anything from the linked event. | |
Rare event (39%) | |||
A grand loss Take its teeth as trophies, and its bones for corsets. Regrettably, its moustache is singed beyond repair, and will be lost to posterity. For the next three watches, zailors are seen in mourning black.
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Dig around in its innards
Not a pleasant job, but perhaps a profitable one. |
A glob of goo
Intestinal mucus. Oh, good.
Triggers event: Open an Unprepossessing Mass |
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Let the beast go
Its wound is fatal. It will surely head to the Gant Pole. |
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A behemoth goes to die
The crew watches uncomfortably as the red wake spreads. Is this mercy, or cruelty? The murmured arguments continue long into the night. The looks they shoot you are all the harsher for their uncertainty.
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Game note: This will send this beast to the Gant Pole. |
Let the beast go
Its wound is fatal. It will surely head to the Gant Pole. |
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A behemoth goes to die
The crew watches uncomfortably as the red wake spreads. Is this mercy, or cruelty? The murmured arguments continue long into the night. The looks they shoot you are all the harsher for their uncertainty.
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Game note: This will send this beast to the Gant Pole. The Fading Haruspex may no longer make use of them, but others in there may appreciate it. |