Leriaka(12:05 PM) nedemmons2:09PM | Just 3 Minute! late arrgh
Leriaka(12:05 PM) nedemmons2:09PM | Just 3 Minute! late arrgh
<[FAILBETTER]echobazaar>: Hello, delicious friends.
<Soorte>: I think I’ve already maxed out all the dreams except the Chess one. And I haven’t visited the mind of a dead god
<[FAILBETTER]echobazaar>: We’re conducting research: you may assist us simply by sharing this code with whomsoever you might choose. http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/a/adreamofasunderedsea
<Blackleaf>: Hello Bazaar of Echoes
<[FAILBETTER]echobazaar>:If it doesn’t work, try it again. There are neither obligations nor disadvantages, here. We will neither answer questions nor, particularly, return.
<[FAILBETTER]echobazaar>: Merry Christmas.
<nedemmons>: Oh, glorious Bazaar!
<nedemmons>: I love you
From Spacemarine9’s IRC. Bazaar visited us just now. All praise its mighty gaze. None shall escape it. Also notice how me and Leriaka freak out.
I MUST EDUCATE WORLD! “There’s something familiar about this tale…” option from Tale of terror now give out big Making Wave! Will add more when I get more data!
Now deleted. Awwwww!
New update says:
[The Amulet’s use has changed: it no longer needs to be equipped, but will save you, once, when you die in the Fifth City]
And it is no longer on sale from Bazaar.
Its buy message used to be this : “Its eyes are chips of grey stone. Help me, they seem to say. And: which way is out?”
Maybe it have soul of dead fourth city’s denizen in it. Maybe they did it to prevent them from dreaded Lacrification, and maybe this was why it used to gave us protection from wound (with their residue vitality) and now resurrect us from death, taking that sweet embrace of death instead of us.
Now, when you “die” with this amulet in your possession, this results:
Something convulses violently against your chest
You stagger, as if a horse has kicked you.
If you die in the Fifth City, a Horsehead Amulet will protect you, just this once.
Your heart thuds - Your blood pulses; your wounds sting. Your vision darkens.
Is that distant hoof-beats?
Something has passed from the Neath.
You’ve lost 1 x Horsehead Amulet
Wounds is dropping…
You’ve gained 1 x Vision of the Surface
Did I liberated a soul from Bazaar’s terrible grip? Did I unknowingly damned its last hope, leeching its last fragment of hope? Who knows?
First, Irrigo. The unremembered colour. The light of absence. It is most prominent in The Cave of Nadir - Irrigo light grace this fourth city’s ruin, and there is glimpse/bridge of dreamland that is Parabola. As that place have so much mystery and so little answers, I’ll talk about that place (and Irrigo) in different post. Possibly unrelated but interesting note: some players of most(?) exalted spycraft use this colour at “Shrine to Saint Joshua” to forget the hidden rites almost as soon as they are performed.
Second, Cosmogone. Glassman wears “set of Cosmogone Spectacles”. Every description and requirement of Glassman* refers to Parabola, a dreamland behind the mirror. Truth and non-truth mix and blurs at Parabola… However, while we have several fragment of data on parabola, Cosmogone is relatively new discovery, so I’ll pass this for now.
Third, Violant. For this, See my previous article on Correspondent. Also note that Correspondent writes with “A Pot of Violant Ink”.
Fourth, Peligin. Colour of the deep Zee, darker than black. Associated with most alien beings of Neath, slumbering under darkest water. …No sane men seek it. Nonsane men seek to slay and consume That Which Makes Light In The Deeps, turning them into monster-hunter. Most insane men seeks deeper. They will be Eaten.
Fifth, Apocyanic. ”moonish light” implies glim of Neath-roof. Have something to do with imposter church’s “Crooked-Cross”, too. Do notice that it is player who ”had it in lacquered in pleasing tones of blue and apocyanic.” This is strange colour… item’s nature seems to be aligned with hell (which shares border with Parabola), but glim and possibly moon-pearls are stuff of Neath itself. Hmm…
Last, gant. The colour of the licentiate’s kill-list, which can only be seen in the absence of light. (Thank you, @aethergeologist ) As each name is crossed off, a new one appears in accordance of… what? Bazaar? Likely, they know great deal about correspondence and licentiate is mainly payed with Bazaar’s promissory notes.
By the way, interesting detail here: ”…gant, the colour that’s left when all others are devoured. You snuff the candle…”
* “changes course of events with truth and lies, practices art which the Gallery of Serpents was made, ventured into the (Mirror) Marches beyond the sight of all glass, and uncovered the source of the Writhing River”
Within the month, your searing exposé on the inconstancy of gravity provokes - in order - accolades, censure, a conference, death threats, three visits from the Ministry for Public Decency, one from God’s Editors, a modest riot and the foundation of a new science. A cult of academics burn their libraries in the University’s quadrangle and dedicate themselves to the ‘New Physics’. Sincere, fire-eyed men and women for whom the universe has been made anew.
Your established followers do not appreciate your new direction. ‘Remember when the ah, Si-, er, Mad-, er, yes used to be a good writer?’ they ask as they depart for easier fictions. You are beyond them now. You burn new correlations across the gulfs of heaven, and plumb the earth to its roots. You are fluent in the language of stars.
Your investigations bear fruit. Occasionally the fruit is on fire.
The Correspondent’s Accomplishments : With the Correspondence as your lamp, you report on reality’s intrigues. Few understand your despatches from the foreign frontiers of knowledge, but they will not admit it. You exchange letters with the city’s finest minds, sifting their responses to separate insights from folly.
( Note: 'Order of St. Cyril' in description changed into ‘God’s Editors’. )
Now, what IS Violant? Let’s see what we know about it:
* Spire can only be The Echo Bazaar, obviously. Its close connection with Correspondence cements this one.
** Another connection to Correspondence, so-called ‘language of Xanadu’ - of stars, of Bazaar. But the description implies that unlike other methods, perhaps ‘Violant Ink’ allows one to draw upon ‘power’ of Correspondence, even if it’s written with ‘ordinary’ language.
More might be added as I scour the Neath for my endless quest for knowledge.
Except Eaten knowledge.
…Now thatI truly speak the language of stars and Bazaar, can I send spam mail to Masters and/or law of Universe? I have soooo much questions…
She should get a job as either Con or Pop artist.
Showers of semantic sparks
"We’re shredding Knowledge," the Professor yells excitedly, "to produce Enigmas! You see, if one shatters an inscribed potsherd, it is converted from one truth to a half-dozen riddles. And so -"
She picks clinkers of congealing mystery from the machine’s steaming maw. “And so! Use them in good health.
"One moment. Are you telling me we’ve added value to this material by obfuscating it? Is that… ethical?"
She shrugs and turns away. “None of my business. Moral Philosophy is two buildings down, just over there. I’m sure they can help you out.”
…Something forbidden. Well, that was disappointing. I mean, at 100 results regaining your soul for free, and even 1~10 at least gives Warm Amber.
By the way, did anyone got “Something…purple?" from A Surprise Package? So far, I saw only one Blemmigan from Coffee exchange event.
You may have noticed a few additional things under “Attend to matters of Society and Scandal at your lodgings...
Many thanks to kadethedoublefacedmuse for a sip of their cider. It was a very nice thing for them to do!