Codex

Codex
Codex (Map)
Codex (Gazetteer)
Located in	Boreal Reach
Ports	Yes
Shops	Harbour Provisioners
Shipyard	No
Data ID	153215

On the northern ice lands, far away from Fallen London, is the Isle of Codex whose inhabitants are either mutes or shivering, bad-tempered monkeys.

Port description

An isle of answers.

Port interactions

The Isle of Codex

Location description

Codex: a desperate caveful of mute exiles, and an inexplicable colony of shivering, bad-tempered monkeys.

Interactions

Actions	Requirements	Effects	Notes
Strategic Information for the Admiralty Make the pass-sign to a Mute Exile.	Objective: An Admiralty Commission = 4 ( Retrieve Strategic Information from Codex, far north of London )	Nod, nod, shrug She hands you an oilskin pouch. Nine foolscap sheets of beautifully written cipher, gathered from who knows what corners of the Unterzee. You look up: she points across the water towards the distant lights of Whither town. She shakes her head. No home there for her, not now. She points to your ship, and raises her eyebrows. +1 x Strategic Information Objective: An Admiralty Commission = 0 ( No Current Commission ) Triggers event: An Exile Aboard?
Put a blemmigan ashore How do blemmigans deal with the cold?	1 x Docile Blemmigan	Not well It scurries desperately back up the gang-plank, shrilling pathetically. Not a fan of ice, apparently. -
Acquire a Doomed Monster-Hunter This one has waited all her life for a single answer. Give her that answer, and she will be ready to lay down her life.	1 x Searing Enigma	A cracked voice "Thank you! Thank you. This is what I needed. This is enough." She coughs rackingly. "I've waited so long to speak, and now - now I have nothing at all to say. Quickly, then. Find me my death." -1 x Searing Enigma +1 x Doomed Monster-Hunter
Allow your Navigator to join the Mute Exiles The stones of Codex crawl with sigils. Your Navigator steps into the enfolding silence of the glum, grey shore. His tattoo shivers like a nestling gull.	Learning About: The Sigil-Ridden Navigator = 70 ( Your Sigil-Ridden Navigator wishes to retire. Speak with him to learn where he might find peace. )	Goodbye One of the Mute Exiles brings him a loaf of brown algae-bread. Another gives him a chipped jug of water. The Navigator does not thank you or say goodbye. From the moment he sets foot on the isle, he does not speak at all. But he takes your hand in his, briefly, before turning to the Exiles' cave. As you leave, one of the Exiles tugs at your sleeve. He leads you to an unmarked stone the size of a church Bible, produces a chisel and hammer from his robe, and strikes the stone three times. It splits in half. Inside, a sigil the colour of quartz glistens, trapped in the stone like a fossil. The Exile gestures at you to take it. +1 x Searing Enigma Sigil-Ridden Navigator = 0 Learning About: The Sigil-Ridden Navigator = 200 ( Your Sigil-Ridden Navigator has joined the Mute Exiles. )
Compile a Port Report No one will speak. This is a challenge.	0 x A Port Report: Codex	Silently forthright The exiles see many come, fewer leave. Some are even willing to communicate - but their gestures are unfamiliar, the meanings unclear. Even when you can understand, these are answers without questions, as useless as a key without a lock. A Port Report: Codex = 1
Offer the shivering monkeys a Lamentable Relic They will lay it before their mournful shrine. In exchange, they offer zee-stained log books from a battered chest.	Something Awaits You ≥ 1 Another Day: Time, the Healer ≥ 50 Lamentable Relic x 1	Religion and Science An irritable monkey snatches the relic and cradles it to the matted fur of its chest. Another - from a cautious distance - flings three log books at you, one after another. Each is filled with scientific field notes: this one of zee-soundings, this one of angler-crab behaviour, this one cataloguing the fossilised sigils of Codex. That's all for now -1 x Lamentable Relic +3 x Unread Log	Game note: Trade a Lamentable Relic for three Unread Logs.
Agree to a damp request Seeing your ship, a Drownie approaches with purpose. After a soggy exchange, it seems he seeks passage to the underzee spire of Scrimshander.	Scrimshander: A Monastic Drownie = 0 Scrimshander: A Scholar of Histories = 0 A Zubmarine Zecret = 1	A deal is struck Few return from Scrimshander - not because of the danger, but because of the cost of leaving. Still, your guest promises compensation to cover the trip and your safe departure afterwards. How generous. Scrimshander: A Monastic Drownie = 1

Planned interactions

Actions	Requirements	Effects	Notes
Ask a question of the Mute Exiles	1 x Key of Histories	"" -
Ask a question of the Shivering Monkeys	1 x Key of Histories	"" -
Trade writing materials	1 x Key of Histories	"" -
Trade supplies	1 x Key of Histories	"" -
Someone wants to return home	1 x Eyeless Skull 1 x Key of Histories	"" -

Codex story events
An Exile Aboard?