>An unclaimed soul (???, custom stats and ambitions)
Faceless, pointless and devoid of any meaning without you. They are yours to shape.

> A Disgraced Officer ( Humm, A will to live)
You served under the Matriarch as a faithful Pale officer. Your life has went to a ceaseless spiral when you uncovered some blood ties with Moon-in-rags. The traitorous one who attempted to dethrone the Matriarch long ago.
Ambition: Learn more about your ancestor, clear your name or perhaps take on her mantle...

> A Battle-worn Veteran (Humm, A Bolstered body and mind.)
You fought under an acrid banner once, for the venomous ideals and goals of the Matriarch. your life as another pawn is but a distant memory. You turn against your former masters, spiteful and full of hatred.
Ambition: The dissolution of Thernni Matriarchy by an means.

> A languid noble (Humm, A better Start financially)
Note: You are on borrowed time...
Once reveled in a life of decadence, You fall victim to powerful curse that has claimed everyone you love and care for.
Ambition: Seeking a cure for yourself across the seas, maybe even beyond Kyth. Death's will shall be bent.

>A Wanderlust Seeker (Humm, Tends to stumble more on land)
Beautiful seas, Beautiful isles. Your very soul will never be bound to a single spot. Unless...
Ambition: Attaining the four verses of Kyth, be the first to sing for the timeless Isle.

> A Spurious Exile (Ashen, Better company)
You do not belong from this fold, by means unknown, you found yourself in a strange world. Shunned by most, Hunted by the rest. You earned a pardon from a Thernni pale officer. It should make dealing with other Humms easier. Keyword here is should.
Ambition : Return home...wherever it may be.
>A Sordid spy (Kythian, Skin-wearer)
Note :Do not pick this
Pretenders, Usurpers. The holy carcass of the allmother belongs to her kin of glass and obsidian. You guise yourself under loathsome flesh to serve the Kiln. This is your purpose.
Ambition: Reclaim the heart of Kyth, Attain Kiln Supremacy across the sea.

> A Rightfully-accused Vagrant (Kerkit, Resourceful)
Note: Your kin have branded you, best not to tempt your fate.

The Hive has made a grievous mistake, your wings will not rest until you return with the most precious, the most worthy. They will make you a queen.
Ambition: Amass enough wealth to have the hands of the hive under your feet

> A Delirious waste (Husk, Living ship)
Note: Do not pick this, you will be attacked almost on sight
You are awake. Are you the last of your kind? The Goddess of Iron is no more, You found yourself under the carcass of her sworn rival. The faint cries of your mechanical soul echoes under the sea.

Ambition: A Reunion with your mechanical soul, You are the key

>>3170245
>A languid noble

>>3170245
>>A languid noble

>>3170245
>A Wanderlust Seeker (Humm, Tends to stumble more on land)

>>3170265
>>3170248
gonna start in an hour so more friends can have a better chance to vote.

>>3170245
>> A languid noble (Humm, A better Start financially)

>>3170245
>>A Sordid spy (Kythian, Skin-wearer)
>Note :Do not pick this
>Pretenders, Usurpers. The holy carcass of the allmother belongs to her kin of glass and obsidian. You guise yourself under loathsome flesh to serve the Kiln. This is your purpose.
>Ambition: Reclaim the heart of Kyth, Attain Kiln Supremacy across the sea.

Lat time we got killed by a Skin-Weaver. Time to complete the circle and claim the seas for the Kiln

>>3170245
Spy, hands down. He's sordid.

>>3170241
>A languid noble (Humm, A better Start financially)

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>>3170310
>>3170288
>>3170280
>>3170279
>>3170268
>>3170265
>>3170248

A descendant of the ruling immortal Matriarch, you spent the earlier years of your life pampered by your rich family in the highest district in Thernn , your window over-viewing the sanguine throne in all of its glory. You never had an ounce of hardship in your. All soon were to change when your husband have returned from the sea with a curse. One for regal blood only...

One by one, your family was whisked away from this curse. Your body is somehow more persistent than the rest .You spent a fortune trying a find a cure, Doctors, Time-menders, even the fable Lightwings of the Hive have failed you. When the news of your ill fate has reached the Matriarch, she had to act 'for the betterment of her bloodline'. You were exiled from your birthplace, never to set foot on Thernn ever again. Most of your family's fortune were clawed to bits by other ravenous noble families.

The Matriarch has given you a decent ship as a compensation , a sliver of what you used to own. Your best bet is to contact the Ill-Masked Shaper located in Station Lune .

Your stats

4/10 Teeth: Avoid physical conflict, you are soft.
7/10 Tongue : The company of venomous nobles has taught you well.
5/10 Eye : Enough to see hidden lies
7/10 Mind : Sharp and keen
0/10 Heart : Cold and unyielding, belongs to the grave.
4/10 Sea-Blood: The gods are cruel

Objective: Reach Station Lune and speak with the Ill-Masked shaper. It is highly likely that he will ask for skins for his services.

You gained x10000 skins

You have gained an affliction: Regal curse (It runs through your veins, unchallenged)
Note: You heart will continually decreases as time passes, if it reaches -5, you will die.

1/2

An ungraceful exit.

Your people, The Humms, control most of the sea under Kyth, sprouting colonies, Unbroken naval forces and so on. Few can match the iron will and fist of your Bloodline. The capital city of Thernn reflects their visage of greatness; giant sprawling structures, Smoke-spewing factories churning all sorts of goods...all the technological wonders are born here.

Still, The Matriarch has her share of the poor and the unwanted. Her rightful campaigns of much desired expansion has bled her city dry, Not that you care about these worms and their sufferings. You have your own blight to deal with.

You stand in the docks already longing for the luxuries you are leaving behind. A company of Bloodcoats were guarding you and your belongings. You don't want one of them filthy creatures approaching you. At least your crew are not some pot-bellied , scurvy riddled, hardly washed sailors like most in the docks. They were in the navy . Strong ,disciplined and obedient.

The Pale officer did gave you some book on how you can be a better sea captain. He said it was a gift from one of your late father's friends. You gave him a venomous smile. Is he trying to taunt you? You should have him fired. If only...

>Your ship awaits you.
What a pitiful thing, Is this the best the Matriarch can offer???

>One last visit to the sanguine throne.
You may meet up with the Matriarch herself. Scorn her for this unwanted exile.

>Spend what little skins you have on luxuries
Perfumes ! Dresses! Oh you shall miss this place dearly.

>Talk a stroll to the cleaner heights of Thernn
One last time.

>Other
The unclean stares at you, uncouth bastards.

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>>3170360
>>3170331
>>3170310
>>3170288
>>3170279
>>3170268
>>3170265
>>3170248

>>3170360
>Spend what little skins you have on luxuries

>>3170360
>>One last visit to the sanguine throne
>>3170331
What is heart used for again?

>>3170360
>Your ship awaits you

After that, we should probably get a cook. It is our best bet for a buff in Heart

>>3170392
heart is your body, how can it endure sickness and blows.

For the newer friends, don't be shy in asking me any question that is not clear in the OP's pastebin.

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>3170371
>>3170392
>>3170393
1=Spend
2=Throne
3=Ship

On rolls...

The Mighty d100 shall be our method of dictating fortunes. Re-rolls depends on the stat itself...how strong/weak it is.

0 One Roll
1-3 Two Rolls
4-5 Three Rolls
6-8 Four Rolls
9-10 Five Rolls

Having officers can give extra rolls to a certain Stat.

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>>3170371
>>3170392
>>3170393

A past left behind

Damn this city and Damn the Matriarch to oblivion. You are leaving, never to return.

Your crew was patiently waiting for your arrival in a neat row like how they should be. One of those devils , Men of fire, hellsman is your First officers. Yes, The Matriarch has dug deep enough in the sea to expose a new civilization of fire and horns unaffected by the world outside like those wretched Ashen. They are possibly the most worthy of rivals to Thernn. The Conflict is still ongoing in some crater far to the west in an undecided status quo. The devils can't sink the iron line around the crater and the brave soldiers can't capture the beating heart in the center of the crater.

"Greetings madam, We are bound to serve you as long as we live and breathe." The devil bowed, embers flickering from his eyes "Does it offend you? I apologize if i wronged your title."

You have gained a first officer:
The Charred Devil
+4 Iron
-2 Tongue
-1 Eye


>It will do
Nothing to be angry about

>I prefer your highness
Cursed regal blood is still regal.

> Madam Captain shall suffice for a title
A mouthful

>Captain.
Simple as that.


>Call me Ser
You are no different than any man.

> Madam, Call me so.
You like it simple.

>Your grace, it is your grace.
Devils have no manners

>Other?
You used to have so many titles

>>3170451
Oh woe is me
>My Lady, Call me so
as it should be

>>3170451
> Madam, Call me so.

>>3170465


"Very good." The devil politely replied. He had a small cage with a little something inside " Madam, This is your guardian, It shall protect your vessel from Time dilation . Is it to your liking?"

Ah yes, the fabled mistake of the vacuous Cage, the god of time in the sea. You had little knowledge of how it works (despite it being the center of your father's research) but as far as you understand it, time is more distorted on sea compared to that on land. A single sea day might take a whole week on land. These so called guardians protects ships from said time distortion. No one with a sane mind travels without them.

Now , what was that little thing inside?


>A Skinless Memory
A ball of flesh with an eye, Peculiar.

>A Dubious Bat
Its smile is a tad unsettling

>A Debating Tar-Snake
Words and Slimy hisses together, Mind the slicks

>A Silver-Soaked Toy
It waves at you like a child, is it alive?

>A Half-Drowned Hand
Bloated Fingers , Strange Symbols. Drumming for your attention.

>An Unsettling idol
It moves on its own when no one is looking.

>>3170483
A dubious bat.

>>3170483
>A Skinless Memory
Cute!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3170493
>>3170498
1=bat
2= memory

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>>3170493
>>3170498
A rancid ball of fur

Wait, Is that a bloody cigar in his mouth? The bat yanks the devil's finger with a small growl. Your first officer squeezed today's newspaper through his cage "His previous master taught him some bad habits. He is still a fine guardian, Madam."

You rolled your eyes in disappointment. What's next? A honey-trailing slug? You would have throw it off your shop if this thing wasn't useful.

You demanded a full report on the ship before anything, In mere minutes, the charred devil had to the following to say:

The Alabaster (medium ship)

A medium sized naval ship fit for gruesome combat in the sea. Heavily armoured at the expense of both its maneuverability and cargo hold. With a decent speed , two side weapons , a front weapon and an auxiliary soother it is a worthy to take on harsh foes in the sea be it of flesh or steel.

Hull: 200/200
Crew: 50/50
Soul Crates: 10
Supplies: 15
Cargo: 25/40
Pages: None
Guardian: Dubious Bat
Dilation: 0/150 (Your body is intact and safe.)
Madness: 0/150 (Your mind is intact and safe)
Weapons slots: 1 front weapon (occupied), 2 side weapon (occupied), 1 auxiliary weapon (occupied)
Skins: 10000


Equipment


Engine: Celestial devourer
-Very small in size, requires at least 5 crew for full speed
-Above average speed, can only be fed with souls.
-Low Soul consumption, will never overheats
-If no soul crates are present, it will devour the souls of everyone aboard.

Front weapon : Melthila's Glory (10 Shots left, 10-15 Damage vs Beast, 20-25 Damage vs Ship)
-Fires a powerful short ranged shot, more effective against smaller ships
-long reload time, inaccurate, low rate of fire.

Auxiliary weapon: Celestial soother
-Consumes 1 soul crate per shot
-Gives extra threshold for both dilation and madness passively
-Will calm down beasts only if shot. Does no damage
-Long range, Very long reload rate, very accurate, very low rate of fire

Side weapon: Northern Bilestar x2 (30 volley left, 1-2 Damage vs beast , 2-3 damage vs crew)
-fires hundreds of small pellets which can cripple most ships killing their crew without damaging the ship itself , little effect on beasts
-Medium range, very short reload time , irrelevant accuracy and very high rate of fire.
-Can consume pages for different results

Cargo [25/40]
- x10 soul crates
- x15 supplies

Officers
The Charred Devil (First officer)

1/2

>>3170574
Oh woe is me
>30 volley left, 1-2 Damage vs beast , 2-3 damage vs ship
as it should be

>>3170574

This tiny cabin is fit for your servants not a woman of your stature! Your nobility demands the best. You curse the Matriarch under your breath. You don't know how but she will pay for this.

The ship was ready to go. Everything was set, only your command was missing.

>Set sail!
Make haste to the station!

>Interact with your guardian
How dare it ignore your presence and read the newspaper like so???

>Converse with your officer
You still do not trust this horny thing.

>Leave the ship
You still got a day to leave, why leave so soon?

>Send one of your crewmen to fetch something [specify]
Throw a load of skins next to his feet, make him fetch something for you.

>Other
They better not laugh behind your back!

On literary pages...

They are snippets of a time bygone containing enough emotions to alter and bend nature and time. They are used for various purposes across the sea. The most powerful of these pages are hoarded by the Matriarch. The ones who wrote them belonged to the outside world, perished and forgotten.

>>3170632
Set sail, time is fleeting.

On Seafaring...
There are three important resources for any capable sea captain:

Fuel (or in this case Soul crates) : The first choice for most roaring engines. Going at normal speed will increase the chance for different encounters across the sea, Full speed decrease the chance but consumes more fuel and make engine prone to overheating.

Supplies : For the empty bullies of everyone aboard, more crew means more supplies used. It has other uses too according to the present circumstance.

Crew : The working force of any ship , they can board other ships if given the command. Lower crew means a slower, more vulnerable ship

>>3170574
I wanted to go into the ship to get a hold of our resources. Can we get back to the Port an announce to the winds that we are parting towards the Station? That way, we will be able to use the time the passengers get to get in the boat to get a cook to give us extra heart.

On Old and New Gods....

The divines can not really perish, Their essence is often fragmented unequally. All shall form what was whole eventually. Such is their nature.

There are four (five) gods of the sea, they are:

Kyth : Although the goddess of Glass and Obsidian is dead. She is still worshiped as a whole, she has no real power to project. Her Manifestation only exists in a pitiful state.

Skull : He who governs gentle tides and smooth sailings, He bears no ill towards the children of the sea. Calm, Benevolent and Cautious, Skull is the least destructive of the gods. Scholars, Sailors and many more seek his wisdom. His ire is to be avoided; gentleness is not a sign of weakness...

Cage : Vacuous, Mournful, Yearning for what she used to shelter and protect. Cage Governs time in the sea. She is the most unpredictable, Almost all of her undoings are yet another mistake. She is the strongest of all gods but she often misuse her authority unwillingly. Madmen and some barely intelligent creatures are often her worshipers with absolute variance in power.

Spine : Order, Just, Righteousness. These words defines the goddess of authority. She governs the unspoken laws of the sea, often bickering with other gods of what should be and should have been (especially Knee) She is hard to please and quick to anger. Spine despises change, Her agents will hunt down any who dare to bend her laws. Traders, Law and power figures follow her words. They are equally rewarded.

Knee : Chaos, Bloodshed, Suffering. Knee revels in the innate cruelty of the sea. The corpse of Kyth is her battlefield. She will not rest until everyone is dead. As such, she is the most destructive of the gods. Extremely easy to please and anger. Soldiers of fortune, pirates and the bloodthirsty kill and pillage for her pleasure

>>3170644
we haven't left the port just yet but a high and mighty woman like the languid noble wouldn't think to have filthy low class in her vessel (especially when she thinks she doesn't need extra skins)

>>3170644
>>3170632

>>3170632
>Converse with your officer

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>3170677
>>3170640
>>3170644
1=sail
2=announce
3=officer

>>3170677
>>3170644
>>3170640
Company

You sent two of your crew to announce your departure to the pale office where the admiral and other sea worthy figures are gathering reports and other vital intelligence as well as the Ivory exchange where many high class individuals browse exotic goods and what not. You stressed on both how important it was to IGNORE other nobles; they will just gawk at you.

You don't really care for skins as a payment..The reason of such an announcement was to have someone by your side even if this was of temporary nature. You are quite a chatty type, the idea of lowering yourself to burly crewmen for a friendly chat is unfathomable.

And so you wait for someone to show up.

>Get more than 57 from 1d100, Three rolls only due to average Sea blood stat.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>3170733
First.

>>3170953
i suppose we will continue later
thank you all for your participation ,friends, you are the best.
Make sure to check qtg for further updates.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3170733

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>3170733

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>>3170953
>>3171918
>>3171938
Dried tears

Four hours have passed, You were admiring the heartset in the horizon...the heart of Kyth is the sun in this sheltered domain. You can't imagine what an actual sun looks like. Historians of old describe her as a round ball of light in the skies spreading unnatural yellow rays. what a horrible imagination.

Finally, your two men have arrived with a Mournful aristocrat in decent attire and a single briefcase. He looked like one of the associates of your father always begging for skins in on way or another.

"Afternoon, your grace." at least he has some courtesy to recognize your royal hair colour. The Matriarch made sure to neuter anyone with different shades of red hair. It is a privilege for your bloodline only. "I wish to depart to station Lune as soon as possible; my...daughter..." his voice trailed off "The Celestial engine has claimed her soul in an unfair bargain. My sweet lavender is not the same anymore. I beg of you, take me there post-hate. I'll give you 1000 skins for it."

The Celestial engine. The sole company in all of Thernn legalized to deal with souls. How can the Matriarch herself respect Moth-Child of a director? why does he need all of these souls in the first place?

>Allow the Mournful aristocrat to board your ship for free
The company of old men is not something new for you thanks to your father and your husband

>Ask for something more valuable than pitiful skins
A ring? An exotic hand mirror? Give me!

>Cast him aside, set sail!
How is he supposed to entertain you? away with him.

>Ask him for worthy secrets and gossip
He is bound to have some dirt on the 'good' people of Thernn.

>Other
What else can he give you?

>>3172259
Where does he want to go to?

>>3172288
>>3170369

station lune, our destination

>>3172259
>Ask him for worthy secrets and gossip

>>3172259
>Ask him for worthy secrets and gossip
>Still accept the skins though

>>3172301
Support

>>3172299
>>3172301
>>3172315
An offer accepted

He was puzzled by your request , he did speak about the dirty circle of attorneys he is often engaged with. So many cases of debauchery among those in the upper echelon of society. Those he once called friends refused to help him to reclaim the soul of his daughter from the clutches of the Celestial Engine. You accepted his skin though this little change is of no use to you.


You have gained an oddity : x1 Rapturous Scandal
A once hidden deed exposed. Many shall revel in the misery of others.

You have gained an oddity: x5 Conspicuous Rumors
Half truth, Half fiction, all lies. A capable Captain can filter the undeniable truth out of a couple of these.
You have gained x1000 skins (total: 11000).

Your journey begins anew, you sat comfortably in your cabin while your first officer handles the crew above or below deck..

>Normal speed!
Normal soul consumption, More encounters in the sea, More-sea days to reach your destination

>Full speed!
More soul consumption, Less encounters in the sea. Less sea-days to reach your destination

>>3172338
>Normal speed!
More encounter means more booty

On Oddities and Afflictions...

The sea has its shares of mysteries and secrets, some may not be grasped by hands. Stories, tales, visions and many more are all oddities . They can be used for more peculiar trading, unlocking unseen paths to progress and so on. Some of them can be traded with an officer for a better teeth, eye, mind...etc.

Afflictions are all sorts of harm bestowed upon you. Most can be simply dispelled by resting, others require a different approach, few are permanent. Some Afflictions may increase on their own if left untreated.

Mind the Sea, captain. Have enough physical afflictions and your body will hold you no more. Have enough mental afflictions and your mind will belong to Cage.

>>3172338
Can we buy more fuel and supplies first? We're rich enough to nearly fill the ship's load for a long and fast trip.

>>3172346
Plenty of ports and curiosities to spend skins on the way. Don't worry we will find our money sink soon enough. We should have enough food and souls should be plenty in our destination

>>3172346
By the words of the Matriarch, we have spent our last day on Thernn. No turning back.

>>3172338
>>Full speed!

>>3172338
>Full speed!
We are cursed. Dawdling is unacceptable.

>>3172338
>>Full speed!

Imagine serving on ship that's engine feeds on souls, and if you run out of them it will start killing the crew. And then your captains yells "full speed ahead!"

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>>3172372
>>3172363
>>3172360
>>3172352
>>3172346
>>3172344


hopefully the bold font wont get fucked like last time,

30th of December, 1792 PK (Post Kyth) The Alabaster had set sail from the busy port of Thernn for the last time. Station Lune is your destination.

SD-1 (Sea Day) : The Coast is black, tarnished by black progress, never to fully heal. Nature is only a mean for advancement, why should anyone give her a thread of concern?

SD-2 : Your Dubious bat had woken up you in the middle of the night, its long finger pointing at a single word on an old newspaper: Doom . You had this nasty balled [+5 Madness]

SD-3 : Your passenger spends most of his time reading book with an old hand pipe. Not that much of a conversationalist. Curses.

SD-4 : The Great walls of Thernn (or the Seven Mountain wall) cast a great shadow over hostile waves. It was built the only legal form of slaves in Thernn : men of stone, they are barely functional constructs meant for free labor. Their payment is of rocks and pebbles. Despicable things.

Supplies: 14
Soul crates: 10
Madness: 9/150
Dilation: 1/150

1/2

>>3172415

oh woe is me
>had this nasty bat derived for food for a full sea day.
as it should be

>>3172415
>>3172399
>>3172372
>>3172363
>>3172360
>>3172352
>>3172346
>>3172344

On the verge.

A small wooden boat bumps into the majestic frame of the Alabaster in the early hours of the morning. Five sailors inside, four of them are dead and the last one was barely breathing. All were covered in blood and rotten giblets.

>Leave them to their fate
To think of the wellbeing of such a lowborn is hilarious! Seas take them all.

>Have your men nurse the survivor to full health...or at least try. [?? supplies]
Poor thing must have survived an ordeal. With no doctor on ship, this may prove to be an improbable task.

>Provide basic aid to the survior, drop him at the nearest port [?? supplies]
You are not wasting your fancy food on him!

>Order your men to kill the survivor
A mercy kill. The unspoken laws of the sea and all that drivel.

>Other
Unconscious moans.

>>3172446
>Have your men nurse the survivor to full health...or at least try. [?? supplies]

>>3172446
>Provide basic aid to the survior, drop him at the nearest port [?? supplies]

>>3172446
>Have your men nurse the survivor to full health...or at least try. [?? supplies]

>>3172446
>Have your men nurse the survivor to full health...or at least try. [?? supplies]
He'll probably die but we tried

>>3172450
>>3172474
>>3172476
>>3172477
[/b] Ambushed! [/b]

The man's flesh twists and turns, his skin was torn exposing a horrible Sea-mimic! Sharp tendrils bursts from the carcass piercing several of your men!

"Leave it to me, Madam!" Your first officer grows infernal talons as he drew his sword, embers dancing on the blade in anticipation. Hints of black fire crackling inside his mouth.

You lost x4 crew (total 46)

>Allow your first officer to handle fight the abomination alone
Is he trying to show off? Perhaps he fears more loss of life?


>To arms! To arms!
Rifles on point, Swords on hand
A Teeth Challenge

>Overload the engine! Push that wicked thing away
Let it stay in its boat, you will not lose more men
A sea-blood challenge

>Decimate the little monstrosity with a volley
FIRE!

>Other
To safety!

>>3172564
>To arms! To arms!

>>3172564
>Decimate the little monstrosity with a volley

>>3172564
>Decimate the little monstrosity with a volley

>>3172569
>>3172578
>>3172615

Smoke and Sulfur

A thundering volley of small pellets shredded the mimic and the small boat to naught. Not a single trace remained. Yes, yes, it was quite a wasteful endeavor but you don't care. The beast is gone. You can rest now.

>Interact with your Guardian
It hisses angrily whenever you pass through. Not a single piece of paper for this malicious ball of fur.

>Converse with your first officer.
How did he wind up serving the Matriarch? you wonder.

>Arrange a dinner with your passenger [-1 Supplies]
His lack of words adds more mystique to his aura.

>Burn or dispose of the book given to you as a gift
You hate it. You hate it. You hate it.

>Onwards!
The station awaits.

>Other
Why is the sea so...violent?

>>3172670
>Converse with your first officer

>>3172670
>Other
Actually read the book we were given.

>>3172670
>Converse with your first officer.

>>3172698
>>3172701
>>3172744
A man of fire

You called the charred devil to your cabin. He bowed to you "How can i help you madam?"

>Ask him a question of your choice [Specify]
What do you want to learn from him?

>[LOCKED] Make an undeniable truth out of Conspicuous Rumors [7 needed]
You lack two more

>His hopes? Dreams?
Can devils hope for more in this world? They are lucky to be alive.

>Arrange a dinner with him [-1 supplies]
"I would be honored to share a table with you, Madam"

>Ask him to Share his secrets, increase your resolve
What oddity shall he require first?

>Other
Too polite for your taste

>>3172802
>Arrange a dinner with him [-1 supplies]

>>3172802
>Ask him a question of your choice [Specify]
How he come of service of the Matriarch?
What he did to serve on our ship?

>>3172819
This

>>3172816
>>3172819
>>3172821

His posture remained the same " During the first contact war in '23, The Matriarch gave an order to kidnap more of my kin for various purposes. Experimentation, Interrogations and other nefarious deeds. I was lucky to be a halfborn of a Humm father and a deviless mother, spared from the horrors of Throat Keep."

His fiery eyes flickered of unspoken regret "I was born to serve the Matriarch and her iron will. When i came of age, I was asked to prove my upmost loyalty to the sanguine throne...by murdering my own mother in cold blood when she couldn't bear any more soldiers for Thernn. I proved my worth throughout these years and here i am, serving you. My brothers and sisters are scattered all over the colonies. If we are fortune enough, we can meet one or two."

The man of fire further spoke of his kin. He said he actually can't partake in the ongoing conflict; the rivaling heart in the crater is a dangerous thing to halfborns like him. Years of loyalty gone in a blink. He better off serving the Matriarch somewhere else.

Your first officer excused himself to attend to the ship. You gave him said permission to do so.
>Interact with your Guardian
It hisses angrily whenever you pass through. Not a single piece of paper for this malicious ball of fur

>Arrange a dinner with your passenger [-1 Supplies]
His lack of words adds more mystique to his aura.

>Burn or dispose of the book given to you as a gift
You hate it. You hate it. You hate it.

>Onwards!
The station awaits.

>Other
Why is the sea so...violent?

>>3172904
>Interact with your Guardian

>>3172904
>Onwards

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3172910
>>3172920
1=Guardian
2=Onwards

>>3172910
>>3172920

Thirst for knowledge

Your guardian readjusts his tiny glasses pretending to read a non-existent newspaper. A spent cigar still lingering in his mouth, It Occasionally shifts it from one side to another. It snarls for you to go way.

>Leave it be
Fine then!

>Take his glasses, crush it beneath your heels
Serves it right for his antagonizing behavior

>[LOCKED] give him some hivewood cigars
You lack this one

>[LOCKED] give him any literary page to read
You lack this one

>Give him your book
You are not going to read it anyways

>Have a crewman put him next to the Mournful aristocratic
The two might get along

>Give it a treat [-1 Supplies]
There, now behave.

>Other
Stop hissing!

>>3172980
oh woe is me
>for you to go away
>put it next to the Mournful aristocrat
As it should be.

>>3172980
>Have a crewman put him next to the Mournful aristocratic
>And read the fucking captainship manual

>>3172980
>>Have a crewman put him next to the Mournful aristocratic

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>>3173009
>>3173019
A pleasing afternoon

"Oh, what is this? Your guardian?" The Mournful aristocrat shared what he was reading with the flying vermin. At least it is more pleased than before.

When the skies grew dark and the heart of kyth stopped beating, your guardian drew some sort of a map on a layer of dust pointing the location of an isle. It then proceeded to write her name : Sungraves .

You were tempted to read the book but your arrogance prevented you for flipping a single page. Who is he to dictate your lack of skills in an aspect or two? Its knowledge, whatever it may be, is forever lost to the sea. You feel much better afterwards.


You gained An oddity: x1 Fleeting Memories
Sweet memories of a time spent in the sea. Often brings a forgotten smile or a tear.
1/2

>>3173073
Ain't we a bitch

>>3173073
>>3173081
>>3173009
>>3173019

Throat Keep

SD-5 : An uneventful day, You practiced your marksmanship on seagulls seeking respite on your ship. Clearly you need more seagulls.

SD-6 : There it is , Throat keep in its full glory. The resentful home of your blightful sister. Sprawling Greystoned Towers, screams of traitorous bastards echoing from half sunken cells and a thousand cannon fending Thernn from any and all.

In an ironic twist, The high warden of Throat keep is the last living member of your family. Your father rightfully disowned her for bedding a filthy ashen soiling our blood. How did she made it to the top of the keep without any influences whatsoever boggles your mind...was this another spiteful move of the Matriarch? Can't be...your older sister has been the high warden for over two decades now. Heartless and cruel this one.


>Continue onwards!
You won't stop for a blood murker. She even dyed her hair black! What a travesty!

>Dock in Throat Keep's port.
There is a small trading town in the isle for passing ships , perhaps a visit to your sister? Disowned or not, she must know of what became of her bloodkin.

>>3173134
>Continue onwards!
Sister will probably just gloat.

>>3173134
Supplies: 12
Soul crates: 9
Madness: 14/150
Dilation: 4/150

>>3173149
How do we reduce madness?

>>3173134

>Continue onwards!
I can imagine how delighted she must be at our fate.

On the horrors of the sea...

The Sea, has nothing natural about it. It is the flowing blood of a dead mechanical goddess. Madness will plague the minds of you and crew the further you stay away from land fighting sea beast, delving into the unthinkable etc. Lower your madness by returning to ports and other relaxing interactions. Don't Lose your mind.

Dilation is how the sea alters your body. It has very slow buildup compared to madness. Time works differently in the sea...a constant state of Dilation that can turn a single Sea day to a full week on land. A ship's Guardian negates most of said alterations but not all of them. To undo the effects of Dilation, Rewind your body via Time-menders who are commonly found in ports or find a Time Splinter across the sea. Don't Lose your body.


>>3173157
Furthermore ,Each single land day while docked = -1 madness passively. (in most ports anyways)

>>3173134
>Continue onwards!

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>>3173144
>>3173158
>>3173185

Unphased

A Thousand curse upon her! You will ignore her and her little sty she calls a keep! Full speed ahead!

SD-7 : The shadow of the keep taunts you, you spent the whole day inside the cabin.

SD-8 : Some crew gathered around the mournful aristocrat for a sea story. A tale of a younger fisherman who fell in love with a She-beast in his nets. It ended with the death of ... who was it again?

You woke up from the sound of a familiar click...your safe! One of your crewmen is carrying a load of YOUR skins! Your keys dangling from his pocket. You couldn't just waltz out of your cabin ill-dressed, you hastily worn something decent before bursting out to the main deck.

You caught up with the burglar. He slowly turns his head towards you, his very eyes shine a blue light. He opens his mouth exerting a great effort to form a coherent word "Spine's will...Spine's will..."

>Wait for the crewmen and your first officer to show up
SAVE YOUR SKINS!

>A Tribute to the sea gods. Do nothing
Spine's will

>Shoot him dead!
Leave them alone!
A Teeth challenge

>Wrestle him down
No god is taking them from you!
A Teeth challenge

>Quickly search for something to stop/hinder him
A mop? A bucket? It is too dark!
An eye challenge

>Other
no....

Supplies: 11
Soul crates: 9
Madness: 17/150
Dilation: 4/150

>>3173238
>>Quickly search for something to stop/hinder him

>>3173245
What shall you find?

>roll +47 from a 1d100, three rolls due to average eye

Rolled 56 + 47 (1d100 + 47)

>>3173324

>>3173331
only roll 1d100 please. the +47 is the target

>>3173341
Will take into account next time

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3173324

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3173324

>>3173365
>>3173373
>>3173382

Foiled

You skillfully threw a small stool right at his bulky head. He falls on the floor the moment after. All this commotion has brought many around from their barracks, half naked and hastily armed. Your skins are safe.

The man slowly stands up with a sore head. Completely oblivious on what just happened.

>Shoot him
Rightfully punished.

>Forgive his uncontrolled actions
Well, You didn't loose a skin so here's that.

>Lock him up
You have no good use of him anymore, He will leave your service by the time you dock in the station's port

>>3173445
>Forgive his uncontrolled actions
I'd lock him up, but we did lose 4 men earlier.

>>3173445
Forgive him. Double his workload.

>>3173451
>>3173488
Forgiven

You will let it slide. He still has his faculties, he will put them in good use....doubly so.

Spine is displeased with you action...


SD-9 : Gentle waves, smooth sailing.

SD-10 : You attempt to feed the Dubious bat. While it is more accepting to your presence, It still refuses further contact.

SD-11 : A wrathful storm, Bloodbolts striking the top deck with vengeance. Nothing but an inconvenience [-5 hull ]

SD-12 : The air is literally still, the light is fractured to a million bits. A time splinter spawned here and left a devastating impact [+12 Madness, +5 Dilation ]

SD-13 : Your passenger spots a small raft to the right side of the ship. An escapee from Throat keep riddled with bullets, He had a small cache of skins ready for the next destination he would never reach [+200 skins]

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>>3173451
>>3173488
Station Lune

Two sea-weeks later, you are finally closing in on another property of the Celestial engine. There were a couple of smaller ship guarding the station dearly with advanced weaponry capable of perhaps sinking the Alabaster in one blow.

The station itself was built on a strange platform ; a cascade of Soul-fused concrete and steel with a will of its own. Whenever a wave or two threatens the field of peculiar flowers planted all over the station, a wall would be erected in a blink. Of course, protecting some flowers it not its original purpose.

The Mournful aristocrat approaches you, he looked visibly troubled in his next demand " You have provided me a safe passage and a good company, i am more than thankful for both but... i fear my words alone might not be enough to sway those soul-hungry fiends. You have the blood of the Matriarch running through you. I...i only ask you to accompany me in my plight. They may listen to me when you are by my side."

>Refuse his demand
Go save your daughter on your own pace, I have more troubles to deal with

>Accept his demand
They are known to twist words to their favour. You may still have a sliver of influence.

>Accept his demand, but with a price.
Nothing is free. Nothing is cheap.

>Other
What else?


Supplies: 9
Soul crates: 8
Madness: 31/150
Dilation: 12150

>>3173670
>Accept his demand, but with a price.
A favor of our choosing at an unspecified later time.

>>3173670
>Accept his demand

>>3173670
>Dilation: 12150
Woe to us

>>3173717
>>3173670
>Dilation: 12/150
As it should be

>>3173670
Accept but with a price.

>>3173723
what is your price? you must specify

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On Land Ventures....

Much like the sea (and everywhere), time passes on land. A regular land day or two will consume 1 supplies most of the time (There are exceptions where food is aplenty on land or there is no need for it). The shadows of your crew will follow you in silence automatically for hauling new goods, assembling newly bought ship parts and so on. Their only real palpable presence is within encounters that require combat (You can also choose for them to stay on the ship, your choice).

You can have 1 officer (or guardian but it is situational and dangerous) accompanying you on land. Note that they may alter some encounters for better or worse so choose wisely.

>>3173681
This or cash.>>3173736

>>3173813
>>3173723
>>3173708
>>3173681
No price is too great

"I swear on my life that i shall repay you whenever you ask for it." His old crumbling face was albeit brightened, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

"Madam, If i may. The pale office appreciate any report on any port one can visit. While we can not return to Thernn herself, you can submit it in any of the postal offices scattered across colonies. This is a sure way of earning skins and supplies without resorting to...other distasteful means," The Charred Devil gave you an advice that you might consider in the future.

The port was silent and foggy, if you hadn't known better, you would say it was outright abandoned. There was a straight path to the sole building in the artificial isle guided by flickering lanterns shining through the night. What a desolate place.

CHOOSE YOUR COMPANY ( Your whole crew is the default, Exception: Your passenger will also accompany you if you wish to aid him now)

>No one
They have no use for you at the moment

>Small company
A handful of guards wouldn't hurt

>Your guardian ?
The Dubious bat yawns, uninterested.

>Your first officer
"Of course, I am with you, Madam."

AND

>A full report!
On the ship, the crew, the cargo....

>The unattended garden
So many gloomy flowers, still no one in sight.

>Have your first officer write a report on Station Lune
Where are the customers?
Note: Each report worth more after exploring ports and gathering enough information for the Pale office. Mundanity is not profitable

>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)
You will meet the Ill-Masked Shaper first then you shall attend to your passenger problem

>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)
A good shopping spree first. You have skins.

>Lune (with Mournful Aristocrat)
How hard can it be to retrieve a simple soul? You will handle his problem first

>Other
Where is everybody?

>>3173896
A sma'll company.
The unattended garden.

>>3173896

>Your first officer
>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)
>You will meet the Ill-Masked Shaper first then you shall attend to your passenger problem

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3173942
>>3173965
1=garden
2=lune

>>3173942
>>3173965

The Garden

Something was unique about every single flower along your way. One had sapphire twinkling among its petals, another was of obsidian with hints of soft marble. All shapes and colours imaginable, The only common thing among them all was the strange pulse running through each one every minute or so. Are they whispering to each other?

>Have a rather peculiar picnic [-2 supplies]
A strange place to forget your woes

>[LOCKED] Plant a worthy seed in the unnatural soil
You lack this one

>Speak to the flowers? [Any oddity]
What do you have to say??

>Listen closely...
Murmured words....
An eye challenge

>Pluck a flower of two
They are pretty...and valuable

>Explore the other end of the station
Note: You are trespassing .
A sea blood challenge

>Return to the ship
Start a new day.

>Other
Quite cheerful for a horrible place.

Stopping here for now. Thank you for your participation. You are the best.

>>3174194
Listen closely...
Murmured words....
An eye challenge
Good night.

>>3174194
>Speak to the flowers? [Any oddity]
Fleeting Memory

>>3174208
+1

>>3174194
>Pluck a flower of two

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>>3174208
>>3175421
>>3175472
>>3175490

What are they saying ? You close your eyes and listen.

>roll more than 90 from a 1d100, three rolls due to average eye

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>3175688

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3175688

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>3175688

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An unlikely whisper



Lune, Lune, Lune, Lune is i~
Will you hear my cry?
Imprisoned by the Moth
Yearning for the Soul-eye

Lune, Lune, Lune, Lune is i~
Famished, unable to die
Flourish and growth
Belongs to Lune's sky

Lune, Lune, Lune, Lune is i~
In the world of Ashen nigh
Away from Child-Moth
Lune, Lune, Lune can fly



You don't know how but you felt a thousand dagger in these whispers. A Helpless pain, neutered to almost nothingness.

An image of a large furnace of glass strikes the back of your mind like a mallet... The Kiln .

What? Why do you have a vision of the home of skin wearers? The once sworn enemies of the Matriarch, they spend the rest of their miserable lives in fear; They know what Thernn can do to their kind. Their glass corpses are still hanging by the thousands like a lifeless chime. A former shell of themselves.

You have gained an Oddity : Outlandish Memory of Lune
Forbidden and illegal memories of the outside world, not of ash as many would believe. The Kiln is the answer.

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>>3175722
>>3175707
>>3175698
>>3175692
From the thin air, A woman of stone appeared out of the sudden. She...didn't look like most of her kind. Something didn't feel right about about the symmetrical diamond shaped holes carved in her orbs and where her mouth used to be. Was she watching you this whole time?

Many showed themselves as well, all of them were tuned by the Celestial engine to be silent and ruthless watchers. Your company had their hands on their swords and rifles anxiously.

"Gentlemen, Gentlemen. The Celestial engine bids you welcome. We had a... slight inconvenience to deal with, our apologies." A headless man greeted you with an open arm, he had just come from the building, running.

"The Blood of the Matriarch in our hold? It is truly a pleasure." He kneeled before you, folding his right arm while extending his left. An ancient way of greeting the highborn " Have you come to admire our Soul-rich flora? We take great care o-"

You dismissed his flowery talk, you were dizzy and perturbed. He insisted on delivering some exotic food to the Alabaster as a small token of your arrival. You only cared for resting in your cabin. Other tasks can wait.

you gained x2 supplies

2/3

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>>3175722
>>3175745
>>3175692
>>3175698
>>3175707

12th of March , 1793
A New Dawn

Your sleep was brimmed with nightmares, some felt too real as they were clawing you to the abyss. Two small ships has docked in the lone station. One was carrying tightly sealed crates while the other had a rich assortment of customers who got split in two groups: One to the field of flowers, the other to main building itself.

Your breakfast was tasteless, your coffee was bland. Your breath was growing heavy...


CHOOSE YOUR COMPANY ( Your whole crew is the default, Exception: Your passenger will also accompany you if you wish to aid him now)


>No one
They will be an embarrassment. Those naval clowns

>Small company
You are of royal blood after all.

>Your guardian ?
It sleeps, unaffected the ruckus outside

>Your first officer
"Certainly."

AND

>A full report!
On the ship, the crew, the cargo....

>The gloomy garden
Headless guides waiting for new customers

>Have your first officer write a report on Station Lune
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Note: Each report worth more after exploring ports and gathering enough information for the Pale office. Mundanity is not profitable

>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)
You will meet the Ill-Masked Shaper first then you shall attend to your passenger problem

>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)
A good shopping spree first. You have skins.

>Lune (with Mournful Aristocrat)
How hard can it be to retrieve a simple soul? You will handle his problem first

>Other
Nightmares begone.


Supplies: 10
Soul crates: 8
Madness: 30/150
Dilation: 12/150

>>3175767
>Your first officer
>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)

>>3175767
>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)
>Small company
>>3175772
Reminder.
We will more likely use tongue or eye and our first officer lowers those properties
The Charred Devil
+4 Iron
-2 Tongue
-1 Eye

>>3175767
>Lune (No mournful Aristocrat)
>Small company

>>3175772
>>3175787
>>3175794
At the doors.

The building inside was immensely huge, its appearance from outside was certainly deceitful; smooth marble tiles, red velvet carpets and giant statues only in the reception room. Who knows what is inside? You blinked twice, Is that you dancing with your father as a little girl all over the windows?

"Is this your first visit Madam?" The headless greeter inquired "Your fondest memories is projected on our one-of-a-kind windows. Each Valuable customer sees something different."

You ignored the miscreant, this is an absolute violation of your privacy! Each act of insolence reminds you of what you had, what you had lost. Another one block your path "Apologies madame but we are obliged to confiscate any weapons. Our policies demands it."

> Blast you and your policies! I am going in
No one shall twists your arms.

>Very well.
No need to cause a fuss

>Throw a regal tantrum
DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, WORM?!
A Tongue challenge

>Other
A line is forming behind you.

>>3175849
>Very well.

>>3175849
>Very well.

>>3175849
>Very well.

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>>3175911
>>3175937
>>3175960

Armless

Your men surrender their weapons reluctantly before following you to the receptionist , yet another headless "Good Morning, Madam. how can i be of service?"

He had a small Catalogue at the ready for you.

>Banking services
Trade Souls for Skins or vice versa, Take a loan and more

>Maritime services
Hiring crew, new ships and ship parts

>Hunting services
Offer your guns and sword for the various needs of the celestial engine.

>Trading services
Buy goods, Trinkets, supplies

>Floristry services
Buy or sell unique flowers or seeds

>Medical services
Engage in rare treatments by the Ill-Masked Shaper

>Other services?
uncategorized ones

>>3175984
>Medical services
remove curse REMOVE CURSE

>>3175984
>Medical services

>>3175984
>Medical services

>>3175986
>>3175996
>>3176004
Your Ticket

"That will be 2000 Skins or 20 crates of souls." A rather high price for admission. Regardless you paid for it in skins.

You lost x2000 skins (total 9200)

One of the many silver lined door was opened for you by two men of stone. Their altered faces remained the same, unwelcoming and cold.

As your were descending in the seemingly endless spiral staircase, you examined your ticket. The number written on both sides made you gasp.

94

How many bastards have made it before you??? You grit on your teeth, Patience is not your forte.

The staircase has ended revealing a large waiting hall filled with the ill and the sickly...mostly old men of different rich backgrounds. All colours of races sat in comfortable chairs waiting for their turns while listening to a classical Humm music.

A Skin-wearer dares to set foot here, oh lowly times these are....to share a room with a bile like her. The Celestial engine is indiscriminate, If you got the skins (or the souls). It will happily deal with you.

>Wait for your turn..
How long will it take?

>Pick anything to read to pass time
Newspaper, Magazines...all littered on endless tales.

>Order something while waiting
A hot coffee perhaps?

>Sit next to Kythian
A spiteful exchange of words will speed things up

>Find a more palpable company
Chatter with some
A sea blood challenge
A Tongue challenge

>Browse their pharmacy
Pills, ointments. Not good enough for your curse but still...

>Other
You don't like it here..


i'll be back in less than an hour

>>3176068
>Order something while waiting

>>3176068
>Order something while waiting

>>3176068
>Find a more palpable company

>>3176068
>Find a more palpable company

>>3176084
>>3176099
>>3176102
Time passes

Some tea and Crumpets, free of charge. A reminder of more pleasant days.

You lost x1 madness (total 29)

Your turn has yet to come...


>Wait for your turn..
How long will it take?

>Pick anything to read to pass time
Newspaper, Magazines...all littered on endless tables.


>Sit next to Kythian
A spiteful exchange of words will speed things up

>Find a more palpable company
Chatter with some

A sea blood challenge
A Tongue challenge

>Browse their pharmacy
Pills, ointments. Not good enough for your curse but still...

>Other
Your patience runs thin

>>3176231
oof, didn't see your post. Sorry, friend.

>>3176249
>Find a more palpable company

>>3176249
>Find a more palpable company
I feel like we can do everything on this list and more with this line

>>3176249
>Find a more palpable company

>>3176249
>>Find a more palpable company

>>3176249
>Chatter with some.

>>3176267
>>3176280
>>3176288
>>3176300

Your red hair alone should make them flock towards you and yet most sits alone, few hush-hush here and there.

>Get more than 120 from a 1d200 , four rolls due to the highest of the two stats (tongue)

Rolled 63 (1d200)

>>3176375

Rolled 197 (1d200)

>>3176375

Rolled 146 (1d200)

>>3176375

Rolled 106 (1d200)

>>3176375
Nat 1.

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>>3176430
>>3176383
>>3176387
>>3176388
A once apprentice

You found an empty seat next to a strange Ashen. Curiosity had overtaken you, the next moment, you have found yourself speaking to her. She had a silver puppet cradled between her arms, its eyes were a bottomless pit.

"I-i spent my last skin coming here. It is my fault, really. I got too much attached to my sweet Edward which got me fired. My master said that my passion will bleed to other puppets making them unsuitable and faulty. These puppets are not just mindless automatons or toys. Their spark of life is a brilliant thing. I suppose I will pity my way back to Thernn...or somewhere. I pray you have a far less of a problem than mine, My lady."

You had one of those as an amusing pet. You threw it in the fire when you got bored of it. It just sat there with a melting smile. Good times. Those silver puppets are fashioned far away using a living metal. Not Soul-infused ones, actual real metal carved from a giant husk. A man of iron. The silver coating makes the puppet more obedient for one reason or another. The Matriarch tried to militarize them once but they were simply too pure for combat. At worst, they will prank the foes in the most harmless way.

>Speak more about yourself, share your blight with here
She is too thick to recognize your status.

>Leave her
She smells of turpentine. Disgusting.

>Buy this Edward
You want him. You will pay.

>Ask her a question of your choice
"W-well. I am at 90 so we are kind of close."

>Other
She is pretty. You'll give her that.

>>3176558
>Speak more about yourself, share your blight with her

>>3176585
Support.

>>3176585
>>3176771

A response

"That is horrible!" She exclaimed "I lost my family too...well, i-i think i have. They have been locked in throat keep for nearly thirty years. I have already accepted their loss at this point."

They must have some done something horrid, being ashen filth. You were proved wrong "The last shipment of silver puppets was missing a few when it reached Thernn. My family were the first non humms to craft puppets , The blame had to fall on someone. I was in the hive at the time so they couldn't blame on me as well."

You felt uneasiness creeping inside "I hold no grudge against you or any Humm. I-i mean, it won't bring them back from the dead. I will continue to live as happy as i can with Edward " The naive ashen smiled " Do you think they can buy my tinkering set for skins?"


>Give her some skins
Out of pity.

>Leave her
It was a decent talk, 3 less to wait for

>Buy this Edward
You want him. You will pay.

>Ask her a question of your choice
The outsider pats her lifeless puppet

>Other
What else?

>>3176841
>Ask her a question of your choice
Would she like to travel with us?

>>3176860

Her eyes widened "M-me? With all due to respect, I am more or less a glorified toy-maker. Well, Ships are just bigger toys to maintain but I...am not that much of a sea person. The last thing you want on your fine vessel is ashen vomit all over."

>Lure her with a sizable amount of skin [specify]
Will this do?

>Convince her otherwise
You want her on your ship.
A tongue challenge

>Forget it
She doesn't sound that appealing in a second glance.

>Other
Oh, when will it end?

>>3177127
>Convince her otherwise

>>3177127
Forget it.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3177146
>>3177175
1=convince
2=forget

>>3177175
Why? At best we got free officer at worst free crewman? Why not?

>>3177175
Why choose option that does nothing?

>>3177146
>>3177175
Away with her

"O-of course." She muttered "That would be for the best." You left her, the idea of having a mistrustful outsider in the Alabaster is a horrible, horrible one. Everyone shouldn't have faith in men and women who suddenly came from the outside world by means unknown.

A shriek has suddenly erupted through the two-faced door leading to the Ill-Masked Shaper. Minutes later, A headless employee came out of the door with specks of blood on his attire. He 'deeply regret' to inform everyone that the Ill-Masked Shaper won't be accepting further patients today. He has offered either a refund or a day's worth of accommodation until they start running again.

Naturally, this has angered many around here. The headless took a lot of pressure from everyone who vented their anger and frustration on him. You pelted him with curses of your own.

Your eyes were later fixed on the Kythian amidst this chaos. She hid a smile. Was she involved somehow?

>Return to your ship
Oh well, another day lost

>Accept their compensation
The room better be lavishly decorated

>To the reception
Other services on your mind

>Tail the Kythian
That snake is up to something

>Other
This was quite amusing actually

>>3177275
>Tail the Kythian

>>3177175
It's hard to express how much this post irritates me
And what amount of anger i feel toward this anon
Discarding potential companion is a one thing
Second, making this >>3177127 post worthless
WHY?! Why you done this?

>>3177331
Ask the op to change then? Why not take them? Because being a sailor is tough.

>>3177275
>Tail the Kythian

>>3177331
It's alright, man. There will be other chances

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>>3177297
>>3177343
On her tail

At first, The Skin wearer bought some light snacks then she had a lengthy conversation with a Wealthy Couple who was absolutely fine with this abomination walking about. She took a room but didn't stay there for long. She went to the restroom for an hour, then another and another. You finally caved in and entered there yourself only to find her waiting for you.

"Well Darling, I appreciate you following wherever i go. Do you want an autograph? You could just ask."

She was just as confused as you were "You seriously don't know me? The Glass Herring? The finest restaurant in the hive? I am the prime Chef there. Ugh, You call yourself a royalty and you haven't tasted a single dish of mine? Absurd."

In your defense, you haven't set foot outside of Thernn before " Do you have a good reason to stalk me, then ?"

>Ask for an autograph
Make it less awkward

>Ask her a question
You have some

>Apologize
Looks like your were mistaken

>Leave
What an embarrassing situation

>Call her of what she is
A Skin-wearer, A Chime, A Skinless Harlot

>Other
What to say to her

>>3177331
no need to get angry, friend.

>>3177402
Ask her why she's here.

>>3177335
>Because being a sailor is tough
Well this is sound reasoning. But the world we currently inhabiting is dangerous, twisted and other horrible adjectives.
See how our first proper character ended up, as a exhibit A. Die in a allyway of a big city. And its not like we shackle people to our ship.
I hope
>>3177343
>It's alright, man. There will be other chances
No qt Ashen gf...

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>>3177402
>Ask for an autograph
may as well
>Other
There is plenty supplies on our ship, tell her we would be delighted to taste her cooking

>no need to get angry, friend.
I guess missing on a companion is not as bad as assaulting a ferry guy and his two daughters.
When anons done that i had my doubts about humanity
I dont know how i stopped myself from ranting how utterly retarded that was

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3177412
>>3177455
1=Ask
2=autograph
i am aware we can do both but for the sake of da rules, i am rolling

>>3177418
>>3177455
Signed

"Here," She wrote it on a napkin.

You have gained a treasure : x1 Precious Memento
An Item of some worth to certain collectors. Of little use otherwise

You spoke about your ship and how great would it be if you had tasted a dish of her tonight "Normally, I am not allowed to cook outside of the Glass Herring; not even for myself. You understand contracts and all...however, you have a little bit of the Matriarch in you. The old coot STILL refuses my letters. No offense of course..."

There was a pause, the Kythian was still considering your offer "..fine, I'll be by your ship in a few hours. Only because I haven't tried cooking a mundane meal in a damn long time. I am getting tired of all exotic dishes i have to come up with. It is a chore."

You left the restroom feeling satisfied. You will have a properly prepared meal tonight.

>Return to your ship
You have quite a dinner to catch!

>To the reception
Other services on your mind

>Other
Your stomach rumbles

Stopping here for now, thank you all for participating friends, you are the best.

>>3177510
>To the reception

>>3177517
I assume we have time for this before dinner

>>3177510
>>Return to your ship

>>3177510
>Return to your ship

>>3177510
>>To the reception
Buy souls before they run out and consume our soul

>>3177510
>To the reception

>>3177517
>>3177856
>>3178176
>>3178477
>>3178613
Another Ticket

And another two-faced door. This Ticket however was free of charge. 384 was the number written on the ticket. Great.

The Banking lobby was at least thrice as large as the waiting hall with rows of counters as far as the eye can see. Luckily, you didn't to wait long for this one.

"Good evening, madam. How can i help you?" you explained your needs to him.

"Of course, We are have thankful for your trust in our namesake. Our Soul crates have been legally acquired and processed for your leisure. Each one will cost 250 skins...or perhaps you have a different currency? We accept all."

9200 skins
19/40 cargo hols

>Buy a number of Crates
How much?

>[LOCKED] Buy a number of crates with non skin currency
You lack this one

>Write in
Too expensive...

>>3178635
oh woe is me
>cargo hold
as it should be

>>3178635
>Buy a number of Crates
10

>>3178635
>Write in
It might be the price, it might not. Can you fill me in about the uses your product has? We already have fuel of our own and i get the feeling that simply buying it to trade with other ports would require more paperwork than it should be worth

>>3178635
Are they the only vendor for souls?

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>3178647
>>3178651
>>3178652
1=buy
2=write in
3=vendor

>>3178647
>>3178651
>>3178652

"The Celestial engine is the only legal outlet for certified soul crates. Any crates acquired through other means are deemed unlawful and illegal. Anyone will be punished accordingly for possessing such crates." Came his strict reply "Are you willing to purchase our fine products, Madam?"

9200 skins
19/40 cargo hold

>Buy a number of Crates
How much?

>[LOCKED] Buy a number of crates with non skin currency
You lack this one

>Write in
Too expensive...

>>3178665
10 is fine then.

>>3178670
+1
>>3178665
Is this the only place we can buy those?
Can we buy them in every port?
If not could he mark ports we can buy them in?

Maybe we should look into different ship. More fuel efficient and faster. Or one that runs on completely different kind of fuel.

>>3178665
Buy 10 and ask these questions >>3178674

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>>3178670
>>3178674
>>3178676
More souls

"Soul crates are readily available in all of our stations scattered all over the sea. The nearest one is station Montse to the east. Major cities like Thernn, The Hive, The Kiln and some colonies have more of our shops too. Few traders have the privilege to sell our goods in desolate isles where it would be inefficient for the Celestial Engine to set shops there. "

You lost x2500 skins (Total 6700)
You gained x10 soul crates (total 18)

You had your men haul the crates back to the Alabaster . You had to double check with the receptionist on the Ill-Masked shaper before return back to your ship.

1/2

>>3178670
>>3178674
>>3178676
Dinner

"There you are, Darling." The woman of glass caught you first once you were inside "Quite the company you have, They recognized me in mere seconds. I brought some spices with me; yours are probably all stale and tasteless. Those navy men will gulp down anything...no finesse or grandeur. " She snickered clearly enjoying the gauntlet of naval eyes around her.

" I want to speak with you in.." She looked at her watch " Thirsty minutes of so, for the time being, I don't want a single soul in my kitchen or i will add them to the soup!"

Whether she was joking or not , you do not know. Now, you wait.

>Interact with you guardian
Its nostrils are flared. Drool beneath its feet

>Speak with the charred Devil
Unlike your crew, He pays her no heed. Focusing on his duties

>Speak with the Mournful Aristocrat
He looks stressed, each day is a horrible loss to him.

>Idle for a bit
Speak with the Glamorous cook after half an hour

>Have your first officer write a report on Station Lune
The little incident is worth something
Note: Each report worth more after exploring ports and gathering enough information for the Pale office. Mundanity is not profitable

>Other
Gods, the mouth watering smell...

>>3178701
>>Have your first officer write a report on Station Lune

>>3178701
oh woe is me
>thirty minutes
as it should be

>>3178701
>Have your first officer write a report on Station Lune

>>3178701
>Speak with the charred Devil
We will meat some interesting people and mingle some more here, report could wait as we have more info later

>>3178701
>Speak with the Mournful Aristocrat

>>3178703
>>3178715
>>3178730
>>3178731

The office awaits

"Right away." Your first officer sat down and started to write down the report. You gave him some interesting tidbits here and there. The rest is up to him.

You have gained x1 Report : Station Lune

You enter the galley when the time comes. Lots of pots bubbling greatness, better than anything cooked on the Alabaster so far.
"Do you like what you see? Of course you do, you would be blind not to." said the Kythian while stirring a delicious mixture "Say, Could you introduce me to that roguishly handsome devil? He has been ignoring me since i stepped foot here. Too uptight for his own good. I always have a soft spot for them horny gents."

>Of course
It is nothing in comparison

>Absolutely not
You don't to be a part of this.

>>3178739
>>Of course
As long you don't try to steal him away from my ship.

>>3178739
>Of course

>>3178739
Sure, why not.

>>3178743
>>3178751
>>3178758
It gnaws..

Your reply pleased her.The Glamorous cook soon kicked you out of the galley. The feast would soon be ready.

And so it was, Dishes you have never seen before. All strange and heavenly delicious. The Baked, The Minced, The Roasted...you ate until your stomach could hold no more.

Everyone aboard was having a great time. The woman of glass put a smile on all tonight. Even your ball of fur had a bountiful steak. Lovely chatter, Cheerful mood, you couldn't ask for more.

You lost x4 supplies (total 6)
Your lost x29 madness (total 0)

You introduced your first officer to the Kythian and left them to their own devices. You raised your glass of wine in the air, calling for toast. Then...

Then it happened.

Sharp, Undulating pain in your belly. You collapse on the floor gasping for breath. A glass trickery? No, you know this pain too well. Your skin turns pale. Your veins grew black, the regal curse claims more of your body. You are nearing the brink of oblivion...

Your Affliction: Regal Curse has changed ( 1->2: Your heart turns black, a step closer to untimely death)
Your have lost 1 heart stat! It is now at -1, each heart challenge will have a -10 penalty.

>Surrender to the pain
Close your eyes, let the crew handle the rest.

>Resist
You are not done yet. Stand tall and strong
A Heart Challenge

>Stand up, Lie to your crew and retreat to your cabin
You are fine...better not to spoil their mood
A Heart Challenge
A Tongue Challenge

>Other
Make it stop..

>>3178774
>Resist

>>3178774
>Stand up, Lie to your crew and retreat to your cabin

>>3178774
>Stand up, Lie to your crew and retreat to your cabin

>>3178774
>Stand up, Lie to your crew and retreat to your cabin
As long as this doesn't cause us to miss our appointment with the Ill-Master

>>3178785
>>3178796
>>3178803
>>3178813

You see blurred faces, your first officer approaches you, his words are lost to your ears.

>get more than 160, best roll of three due to the highest stat (tongue). -10 to the final result.

Rolled 195 + 10 (1d200 + 10)

>>3178814
I assume it's d200

>>3178826
Write it as d200+-10 for it to work.
As you can see, I forgot to do this.

>>3178826
yes. only 1d200 with no modifiers like before

Rolled 62 (1d200)

>>3178814

>>3178828
Hmm, okay.

Rolled 113 (1d200)

>>3178814