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|Image = Bazaardoor paper.png | |Image = Bazaardoor paper.png | ||
|Description = The Bazaar rations and licenses Christmas cards. Wisely! They are perilous and subversive harbingers of a peculiar tradition. But hush: here are additional cards, escaped through the Paper Door. | |Description = The Bazaar rations and licenses Christmas cards. Wisely! They are perilous and subversive harbingers of a peculiar tradition. But hush: here are additional cards, escaped through the Paper Door. | ||
| − | |Result = This has given you seven Potential Christmas Cards. Send them before Christmas, from your lodgings! | + | |Result = This has given you seven Potential Christmas Cards. Send them before Christmas, from your lodgings! [From 2nd December until Christmas Day, you will receive new Christmas cards each week via Time, the Healer.] |
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*{{Gain|Potential Christmas Card|now=7 x}} | *{{Gain|Potential Christmas Card|now=7 x}} | ||
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|Image = boneshard.png | |Image = boneshard.png | ||
|Description = On the outskirts of the bone market, a small crowd has been lured by a stall-keeper's giveaway. | |Description = On the outskirts of the bone market, a small crowd has been lured by a stall-keeper's giveaway. | ||
| − | |Result = "You! A Londoner of taste and distinction," the seller calls, beckoning you closer. "The finest bristles! Polished wood from the Surface! See the quality for yourself!" The palaeontologist's brush is indeed superior. The seller leans close to you and winks. "Easily concealed in the top of your boot, yes?" You turn the brush over in your hands. Its end is stake-sharp. What do they think you're digging up? | + | |Result = <p>"You! A Londoner of taste and distinction," the seller calls, beckoning you closer. "The finest bristles! Polished wood from the Surface! See the quality for yourself!" The palaeontologist's brush is indeed superior. The seller leans close to you and winks. "Easily concealed in the top of your boot, yes?" You turn the brush over in your hands. Its end is stake-sharp. What do they think you're digging up?</p> |
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| + | <p>[Equipped in your Boots slot, the Completely Unassuming Palaeontological Accessory increases your Dangerous, Persuasive, and Respectable.]</p> | ||
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* {{Gain|Completely Unassuming Palaeontological Accessory|1 x}} | * {{Gain|Completely Unassuming Palaeontological Accessory|1 x}} | ||
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|Image = snowbucket.png | |Image = snowbucket.png | ||
|Description = A sprinkling of lacre's come early this year. Your doorstep is rank with fishy-smelling white goo. Happy Christmas-to-come. | |Description = A sprinkling of lacre's come early this year. Your doorstep is rank with fishy-smelling white goo. Happy Christmas-to-come. | ||
| − | |Result = Ah, lacre. The Neath's answer to snow. Lacre-men always seem watchful. Lacre-capped roofs tingle with sinister phosphorescence. Lacre dissolves in water only reluctantly, like a guest who hopes to find space in your box-room. | + | |Result = Ah, lacre. The Neath's answer to snow. Lacre-men always seem watchful. Lacre-capped roofs tingle with sinister phosphorescence. Lacre dissolves in water only reluctantly, like a guest who hopes to find space in your box-room. [Use this in your inventory to learn more about lacre or acquire a Destiny.] |
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* {{Gain|Unusual Pail of So-Called Snow|1 x}} | * {{Gain|Unusual Pail of So-Called Snow|1 x}} | ||
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You shake the thing out at arms length and discover a dark cloak with delicate bones stitched into the lining. | You shake the thing out at arms length and discover a dark cloak with delicate bones stitched into the lining. | ||
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| + | [Equipped to your clothing slot, this item increases Shadowy, Dangerous, and Bizarre.] | ||
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* {{Gain|Pickpocket's Bane|1 x}} | * {{Gain|Pickpocket's Bane|1 x}} | ||
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|Image = tea.png | |Image = tea.png | ||
|Description = A smiling woman in an unfamiliar uniform, with eyes like moon-pearls, raps at your door. "Drink deep!" she says, handing you a steaming mug. | |Description = A smiling woman in an unfamiliar uniform, with eyes like moon-pearls, raps at your door. "Drink deep!" she says, handing you a steaming mug. | ||
| − | |Result = That steam! Inhale it and feel your synapses snap and your sinuses crackle. | + | |Result = That steam! Inhale it and feel your synapses snap and your sinuses crackle. [Drinking Darkdrop Coffee will refresh ten actions. Find it in your inventory.] |
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* {{Gain|Darkdrop Coffee|1 x}} | * {{Gain|Darkdrop Coffee|1 x}} | ||
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|Image = sunderedsea.png | |Image = sunderedsea.png | ||
|Description = What is this place? A sky of fire and names, a sea of pale tears? | |Description = What is this place? A sky of fire and names, a sea of pale tears? | ||
| − | |Result = This dream is over. Perhaps something remained. | + | |Result = This dream is over. Perhaps something remained. [This has raised your Putting the Pieces Together: the Taste of Lacre quality. You'll be able to trade it for rewards in January.] |
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* {{Gain|Putting the Pieces Together: the Taste of Lacre|1 x}} | * {{Gain|Putting the Pieces Together: the Taste of Lacre|1 x}} | ||
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|Description = At the back of the Blind Helmsman, a Frostbitten Midshipman shivers by the fire. She says she travelled with a Merchant Venturer to a frozen Northern door. For a mulled cider, she'll tell you what was behind it. | |Description = At the back of the Blind Helmsman, a Frostbitten Midshipman shivers by the fire. She says she travelled with a Merchant Venturer to a frozen Northern door. For a mulled cider, she'll tell you what was behind it. | ||
|Result = The High Wilderness! An unblemished frontier of endless night, awash with potential. The Merchant Venturer is out there, plying the wind-roads of the void. Where one has gone, may others follow? | |Result = The High Wilderness! An unblemished frontier of endless night, awash with potential. The Merchant Venturer is out there, plying the wind-roads of the void. Where one has gone, may others follow? | ||
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| + | [You can explore the High Wilderness in our videogame SUNLESS SKIES, available for PC, Mac and Linux. Find it on Steam or GOG.com, delicious friend.] | ||
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* {{Gain|Sky-Story|1 x}} | * {{Gain|Sky-Story|1 x}} | ||
