The Salt Lions, after

The Salt Lions, after
Category	Story Event
Type	Story
Linked to	Salt Lions
Data ID	175523

The Salt Lions, after is a Sunless Sea Story Event.

Trigger conditions[ | ]

The Salt Lions, after is triggered when you dock in Salt Lions and have the following:

Objective: Deliveries from the Salt Lions

Port description[ | ]

There is a vast sorrow in their empty eyes.

Story description[ | ]

Two basalt beasts, cathedral-sized. They frown eternally at each other across the black waves. The north one carries the remnants of an encampment, fraying and tattering in the wind.

A supply dock stands empty below.

Interactions[ | ]

Actions	Requirements	Effects	Notes
Compile a Port Report Nothing remains. Witness.	0 x A Port Report: The Salt Lions	An end Even time has halted, here. Who comes to survey the ruins? +1 x A Port Report: The Salt Lions
Pick over the encampment From time to time, some entrepreneur attempts to continue the disassembly of the Salt Lions. It never ends well. But perhaps they've left something.	Something Awaits You ≥ 1	Nothing A steady breeze blows from the North: ozone and ice. The false-stars prickle above. The Salt Lions wait for their end. +1 x Fragment That's all for now
		Rare event (50%)
		Remnants A barrel of Murgatroyd's Fungal Crackers. A sack of coke. A tear-stained Bible. An odd slick of blood. Take what you can, and leave. +5 x Terror +1 to +2 x Fuel +1 to +2 x Supplies That's all for now
Salt's Rites The face of the northern sphinx is all but gone. Lost faces are sacred to Salt, they say. You are drawn there. To what end? Salt's voice is distant, but clear...	0 x Extraordinary Implication The Gods of the Zee: Defiant ≤ 0 The Gods of the Zee: Salt's Attention ≥ 1 Something Awaits You ≥ 1	Into the zee Dive from the sphinx's face, down, a clean arc into the zee's chilly darkness. Float there in the quiet, until your lungs are bursting, until light blooms behind your eyes. Rise gasping to the prickle of false-stars, the shocked faces of your crew. You've brought something with you. +7 x Terror +1 x Extraordinary Implication The Gods of the Zee: Salt's Attention = 0 That's all for now
"Shalt-Flions" You've brought the Nacreous Outcast here. With luck, it knows why.	1 x Nacreous Outcast The Gods of the Zee: Salt's Attention ≤ 0 Principles' End: Principality = 10	Moist wide eyes "Shaltsh Ftentshion," it insists. "Godshly!" It gestures at the face of the northern sphinx. It brandishes the cruet. -	Game note: You'll need Salt's Attention to continue. You can gain it in Whither, among other places.
	1 x Nacreous Outcast The Gods of the Zee: Salt's Attention ≥ 1 Principles' End: Principality = 10	Unexpected grace The face of the northern sphinx is all but gone, but the Nacreous Outcast scrambles doggedly up. It pauses at the top, and then flips into the air - an arc as precise as a compass-line, down into the darkness of the zee. It's gone with barely a splash. You wait. There is no reason for alarm. It can probably breathe water. You wait longer. There is a certain degree of decorous alarm. Longer still, and the alarm manifests in the form of zailors clustering casually by the rail - only casually, because no one would admit any concern for the fate of a Rubbery Man. The Rubbery Man surfaces! It mounts the steps to the quay, with the ceremonious delight of a vicar mounting the steps to a pulpit. It holds a sphinxstone chess-piece aloft in its hand... "Principles," it wheezes. The Gods of the Zee: Salt's Attention = 0 Principles' End: Principality = 11
Put a blemmigan ashore The island isn't entirely sheer rock. Just mostly. Blemmigans have populated harsher environments.	1 x Docile Blemmigan Propagation: the Salt Lions ≤ 0	Scenting something familiar? The blemmigan scales the face of the north lion, squeezing fine tendrils into the narrowest of cracks, pressing on to the Unmakers' abandoned encampment. You leave it groping blindly at the laces of a tent, twittering softly. -1 x Docile Blemmigan +1 x Propagation: Blemmigans Abroad Propagation: the Salt Lions = 1
Drop off the Impolite Investigator The Impolite Investigator listlessly watches the unmakers toil beneath the sphinxstone bricks.	Hideaway: The Impolite Investigator = 2 [He has asked you to take him to the Salt Lions]	Before he disembarks, the Impolite Investigator turns to you and asks: "Addressed As, why did you fight to maintain an illusion which will kill a city? What do you gain? What - no, sod it. For once, I think I'd rather not know. Good day." And with that, he walks down the boarding plank and into the Salt Lions. Hideaway: The Impolite Investigator = 0
Drop off the Impolite Investigator The Impolite Investigator smiles up at the Lion and breathes deeply.	Hideaway: The Impolite Investigator ≥ 3	Before he disembarks, the Impolite Investigator turns to you and asks: "Addressed As, why did you help me back in Hideaway?" His smile widens - he laughs. "On second thought, Addressed As, I think I'd be happy to live without an answer." He salutes you and heads down the boarding plank, a spring in his step. Hideaway: The Impolite Investigator = 0