![]() Unexpectedly, you find yourself reminded of physicians and midwifes at a birthing-couch. A little group of tomb-colonists stands around another lying on a bench. ![]() Your ship awaits you.ĭead fir-trees have carpeted a little park with old brown needles. Then they start on "The Old Dark Ocean Under the World", and you realise the time. They play "Eat Our Hearts, My Darling", "The King is Tall, Tall", and "Pop Goes the Weasel", with brio and conviction. The coffee is dusty, and the pastries a little stale, but the gaggle of decaying violin-players are skilled and surprisingly sprightly. You pause for refreshment at the Hungarian Café. A frost-moth - the size of a farmer's hand - flutters down to perch on the well's edge. You poke about briefly, but something in the place makes you uneasy. They look a little like the glyphs that decorate the Echo Bazaar in London, though.Īt the heart of the platform is a long-filled well-shaft, too. Four statues guard it, marked with glyphs all but lost to time and idle vandalism. In an wide space behind the Hollow Temple, you happen across a stepped platform of sorts. The welcoming yellow glow is like the windows of your own home. Here you are at the Vengeance of Jonah again: your feet, or your nose, has brought you back. Learning About: The Bandaged Poissonnier ≥ 1 Learning About: The Bandaged Poissonnier ≤ 0 Her head bounces across the ground towards you. She raises the sword, flourishes it, and beheads herself with a triumphant cry. Tomb-colonists, fearless and long-experienced, are famed for their duelling skills. There is no bill of lading, but the name of your ship is attached to a tag.Ī tomb-colonist hobbles towards you. But when you return to the quayside, someone has left an odd, bulky box for you. From time to time, the sensation of being watched comes upon you: but each time when you halt, you hear no other's footsteps. The tomb-colonists stand still enough to be mistaken for sculpture, until they laugh or cough. Here, they favour candle-light over gas-light. At least no one has been arrested or unexpectedly married. ![]() Your crew swagger carefully back to the ship, mustering what muted boasts they may. No cinnamon, no recent newspapers, very little pickled cave-herring. Venderbight is not the most promising place for shore leave. ![]() +1 x Learning About: The Bandaged Poissonnier (if ≤ 0)Ī Restaurant Recommendation = 0 ( You've found the Vengeance of Jonah ) A grey moustache pokes impertinently out from under his bandages. A sign reads VENGEANCE OF JONAH.Ī beefy tomb-colonist bustles up. It's something like the world's most restless concert audience, or the world's most plague-ridden cathedral.įine cuisine in Venderbight? Now that would be something.Īt the twisty tip of an odd little side-street, welcoming yellow light glows from the gilt-lettered windows of a restaurant. On deck, you can hear the sound that a thousand bandaged dead make as they shuffle and cough. Port interactions The Tomb-Colony of Venderbight Location description You can recruit the Bandaged Poissonnier here, as well as progress the Genial Magician storylet. For a full guide, see The Trouble with Tomb-Colonists (Storylet). Once you arrive with a Tomb-Colonist, you will trigger the The Trouble with Tomb-Colonists event. However, as with the other Docks and Ports you may do recon for The Admiralty Survey Office. No cinnamon, no recent newspapers, and very little picked cave herring. This colony is not the most inviting of places for shore leave, as, since the population is composed predominantly of bandaged undead, there's a bit too much decay and too little light. You may choose to Explore Venderbight at your own peril. ![]()
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