| The View from Above | |
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| Category | Random Event |
| Type | Explore |
| Linked to |  Gaider's Mourn Mount Palmerston
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| Data ID | 141250 |
The View from Above is a Sunless Sea Explore Random Event.
Trigger conditions[ | ]
The View from Above can be triggered in Gaider's Mourn and in Mount Palmerston by doing the following:
| Location | Requirements |
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 Something Awaits You ≥ 1 and ≤ 15 | |
Something Awaits You ≥ 51 and ≤ 69 |
Event description[ | ]
A high place. The zee like a rippled sheet of night-green jade. The roof of the Neath above, bellied with stalactites and pricked with false-star. Look out across the water. What are you thinking of?
Interactions[ | ]
| Actions | Requirements | Effects | Notes |
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| Your sweetheart
An ocean of darkness lies between you and your sweetheart; but you remember them still. |
 Romance: Someone Back Home ≥ 1 and ≤ 99
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Brighter hours
Light, laughter, warmth. Remember a little while, and then go on with your voyaging.  -10 x Terror
That's all for now
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| Your future
From up here, your future looks glorious. If not exactly bright. |
Better days coming
You are the captain of your ship; but never the captain of your fate. One day, though. One day. -2 x Terror
That's all for now
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| Your past, as a scholar
The years before you came to zee, studying time, blood and starlight. The joy of knowledge. The shame of mockery. |
 Memoirs: Your Past = 6 [A Natural Philosopher]
 Mirrors ≤ 100
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Climb higher, see farther
You understand more every day. The Neath is full of secrets. You can't learn them all... but you can learn more than anyone living. |
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| Your past, as a street-urchin
The years before you came to zee, racing across roof-tops, snatching pocket-watches, tussling with rival gangs... the bleak days in the workhouse and the terror of the Constables. |
Memoirs: Your Past = 2 [A Street-Urchin]
 Veils ≤ 100
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The high airs
Some of the urchins of London have a sort of junk-shop religion. They venerate the wind: they have a prayer for every breeze. it always seemed like nonsense to you, but up here, now, you can begin to see their point... +5 x Veils
That's all for now
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| Your past, as a poet
The years before you came to zee. Days of honey and roses in Hollow Street; long walks in Tyrant's Gardens with very special friends. |
Memoirs: Your Past = 3 [A Poet]
 Pages ≤ 100
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New vistas
You've found inspiration, and more. If your old companions could see you at the helm of a ship! ..it's better pay than writing, and that's the least of it. +5 x Pages
That's all for now
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| Your past, as a soldier
The years before you came to zee, fighting the enemies of the reduced Empire, losing good friends in the marshy borderlands of Hell. |
Memoirs: Your Past = 4 [A Soldier]
 Iron ≤ 100
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New victories
In the Army, you served men too rich to fight and too stupid to leave you alone. Out here, you are the only commander. The ship is your own Empire. You've never felt stronger. +5 x Iron
That's all for now
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| Your past, as a priest
The years before you came to zee, leading services, dispensing good advice. Putting up with the Bishop of Southwark's insufferable secretary. |
Memoirs: Your Past = 5 [A Fallen Priest]
 Hearts ≤ 100
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Sea-change
This is unlike your old life in almost every way, save this: you are still responsible for the lives and souls of those in your charge. And it seems to come a little more naturally, now... +5 x Hearts
That's all for now
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| Prayer to the god called Salt
You know the words to speak, and here its eyes are on you. |
Something distant
Look east, where the zee and the roof are one in the mist. Your gaze unlocks the horizon like a puzzle-box. The Neath is reconfigured and transfigured. It lasts a single heartbeat. +2 x Mirrors
+2 x Pages
 The Gods of the Zee: Salt's Attention = 0
That's all for now
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| Prayer to the god called Storm
You know the words to speak, and here its eyes are on you. |
Something furious
Distant thunder growls. A wind rises around you, tugging at your garments, filling you with the glory of the high places. It passes. +1 x Terror
+2 x Iron
+2 x Veils
 The Gods of the Zee: Storm's Attention = 0
That's all for now
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| Prayer to the god called Stone
You know the words to speak, and in this place, perhaps her eyes are on you. |
Something bright
Turn your eyes south. Wait nine heart-beats. In the heart of the Elder Continent, a tiny fugitive gleam of warmth. It's gone. +1 x Terror
+2 x Hearts
+2 x Mirrors
 The Gods of the Zee: Stone's Attention = 0
That's all for now
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| All the wide black zee
Where does it end? |
Look north, look east
West lie the coasts of home. South is the Elder Continent. But what of the North, beyond the ice? And the East - what vistas open, beyond Irem and the Kingeater's Castle? |
