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Salt-In-The-Wound
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 22, 2023
- Intro
- The Rubbery Man in the Room
- Expectations and You... And Me
- Characters of The Neath
| The Stormy-Eyed Sawbones | The Flaxen Footpad | The Scrimshaw Epicurean | The Beaming Baghatur |
| Apparently a Physician from the Surface, hailing from the Russian Empire. Notably, he cannot speak Russian. Or did he simply forget? He speaks Spanish like a native, though. Well, you won't find a plaque with his alma mater outside his office, and none of the Universities of the Neath are willing to claim him: What we do know is that he was a Surgeon on a Zailing vessel for an extended period of time, before he lost his sea-legs. The Frigate lurched into the boat yard with half of its crew missing, and The Sawbones never stepped boat on a ship again. The Bohemians consider him to be an insufferable bore who refuses to open up about what he saw in the black waters, and the folk down at the Wolfstack Docks simply sigh and kick the sand whenever he's brought up. He is shockingly popular amongst High Society types, though. They'll never mention him by name, but if you have an embarrassing ailment you need taken care of: They suddenly know the exact location of his lodgings. He'll fix you right up, but he needs something to help him sleep afterwards. If you just need that embarrassing bunion removed, a Jar of Prisoner's Honey will suffice. If you want to hear his Zee stories, bring two bottles of Laudanum. One for him, and one for you. Oh, and do not ask for him at the Royal Bethlehem. He's long since lost his taste for Absinthe. | The ubiquitous tale of many a young criminal, The Flaxen Footpad was a member of an Urchin gang that grew too tall for his fellows. Kicked out, he had to start making a living somehow: So he took up the second oldest profession in history: Theft. The second oldest, as theft requires there to be something worth stealing in the first place. Constantly in-and-out of trouble with the Bobbies, the only reason he hasn't been thrown into New Newgate (again) is because he is surrounded by people who have committed crimes that are far more demanding of the constabulary's resources. Remarkably talented, the young man should be at a point where he could consider retiring from the streets and taking up a more legitimate business--like good old fashioned racketeering! Unfortunately, the Footpad is far faster on his feet than he is with his head. A Fool and his money are easily parted, and The Flaxen-Haired lad finds himself frequently in need of funds. Still, this has put him in the good graces of many of London's more upstanding societies. While the criminal underworld is fond of their exiled urchin, The Church receives frequent donations from the Young Man, as do struggling Dockers--He is a welcome face in Union Halls. He is not unheard of in the Brass Embassy, shockingly. If you ask the Devils if he is a Spirifier, they'll laugh heartily and tell you that they wouldn't trust him with a Blemmigan's Soul. And who the hell taught him to cuss in Mongolian!? A good weight of Rostygold, and he'll commit any kind of petty theft you can Imagine. If you want him to commit not-so-petty theft, you need to cough up some... Proscribed Literature. He says he sells it, and while that might be true, his cheeks do go quite red when he is skimming the pages... Ah, but who would not abashed by such shameless smut? Oh, he doesn't steal from Zailing Ships. Not after last time. | The Epicurean is the Gunnery officer of the Absalom's Folly, an esteemed and renowned Zailing Ship that has sailed everywhere from The Iron Republic to The Chelonate. However; its adventuring days are behind it, and it has since taken up a more mercantile commission. He is called The Epicurean for a reason: Any Zee-Beast he kills he eats, and if it were not for how bloody hard it is to die in the Neath this would have certainly killed him by now. From their non-edible remnants, he carves runes into them. Whenever he's back at Home Port, he sells these for decent sums: Bohemians find them quaint, and they are occasionally in vogue among High-Society types. Not of Londoner stock, The Epicurean hails from Spain--Oddly enough, he does not speak Spanish, but is remarkably fluent in Russian (Or is it Ukrainian?) He does not spend a great deal of time in London, but being a Zailing man he is a common sight among Docker haunts: He has since gotten bored of fighting in the Spider-Pits. He spends much time with Radicals, though it is unclear if he shares their explosive ideals or if he simply enjoys being around odd company. The Constables have an odd relationship with The Epicurean. His choice in friends makes him a threat to public order, but he's out of port for such long periods of time it is curious to wonder how much damage to Public Order he could possibly do. He is also a benefit for the Department of Menace Eradication, and he is not unwilling to cough up what he he as seen on Foreign ports in return for a fistful of Echoes. If you want him to carve a scrimshaw for you, he'll happily do so in return for a case of good vintage. The Zee is wide and dark, and cheaper wines degrade his palate. If you have a beast that you want dead, you either need to pay him his weight in Jade or go kill another creature yourself and cook him something from the thing's carcass. Meat for Meat. Once the job is done he'll make you a scrimshaw from the beast's bones--even if the beast does not have bones. Oh, The Absalom's Folly is looking for a new surgeon: Last one lost his nerve. | The Beaming Baghatur is a member of The Khanate's Leopard Clan--Though he is as far away from a position of importance as you will be from Irem. Effectively a messenger for his family, the Khanate operates as a makeshift ambassador for the Leopard Clan. He is a common haunt in Port Carnelian and other contentious territories of London, and though it is difficult: He has been to London many times, he has the right contacts and the right tact not to get the attention of the government. A Painter, Poet, Orator and Philosopher--and not greatly inspired in any of these categories--The Baghatur travels to different lands in order to gain inspiration for another piece. Depending on their mood the Bohemians might find his work tantalizing or revolting, and he has spent enough time in The Salt Steppes to know how to kiss-up to High Society. He is shockingly popular among Criminals, though. He has deep pockets and not a mind to ask questions, and they have talents and not a mind to explain their methods. His older siblings do love the souvenirs he brings back from London... He satisfies his family and makes his keep by ensuring that certain agreements, allowances, and tolerances between certain Londoners and certain Khaganians stays stable: He keeps their supply lines nice and stable, and they keep his monthly allowance coming to him. If you want him to write a piece for you, a pouch of Drowning-Pearls does well: The Taimen do love them. If you want him to write a piece for you and actually think about what he is committing to paper, that is going to take a month's supply of Darkdrop Coffee. If you want him to praise your good name to the Leopard Clan, you need to bring him a fancy souvenir from London: Something Special. Do note: It has to be from London. He will not accept anything from the Zee. Not after last time. |
- The Name-Knowing Prophet
- The name of the Sawbones
- The name of the Footpad
- The name of the Epicurean
- The name of the Baghatur
- After Action Report of the Absalom's Folly
...Someone is buying cafe menus by the file. Pouches of Glim to know the soup du jour? Shards of jade for the seasonals?
...An Incautious Gaoler let slip that they brought a body down by dirigible instead of simply casting it into the zee.
...A deacon was shot dead in the middle of service. Upon inspection of the cadaver, it was discovered that it was a completely different man impersonating the priest.
...An Arachnologist has put out a bounty for anyone who can find out who keeps stealing her correspondence en route to summerset.
...A bohemian muse who was scarred in a fire visited a doctor, who restored her beauty: But at the cost of her voice.
...A leaked letter from the Ministry of Public Decency speaks of a man who tried to knit a woman together with his own severed flesh, like an imbrued Adam.
...A Blushing Bibliognost finds themselves in need of a large amount of Romantic Literature featuring buxom women.
...In a particular wing of the Royal Bethlehem, the doctors have issues with patients expressing memories that are not their own.
...The Leopard Tribe has been particularly interested in objects holding specifically sentimental value. Brooches, Blouses, Brassieres, and the like.
...A Worrisome Fishwife received a visit from her husband. The only issue is her husband had been lost at sea for 30 years.
...An Incautious Gaoler let slip that they brought a body down by dirigible instead of simply casting it into the zee.
...A deacon was shot dead in the middle of service. Upon inspection of the cadaver, it was discovered that it was a completely different man impersonating the priest.
...An Arachnologist has put out a bounty for anyone who can find out who keeps stealing her correspondence en route to summerset.
...A bohemian muse who was scarred in a fire visited a doctor, who restored her beauty: But at the cost of her voice.
...A leaked letter from the Ministry of Public Decency speaks of a man who tried to knit a woman together with his own severed flesh, like an imbrued Adam.
...A Blushing Bibliognost finds themselves in need of a large amount of Romantic Literature featuring buxom women.
...In a particular wing of the Royal Bethlehem, the doctors have issues with patients expressing memories that are not their own.
...The Leopard Tribe has been particularly interested in objects holding specifically sentimental value. Brooches, Blouses, Brassieres, and the like.
...A Worrisome Fishwife received a visit from her husband. The only issue is her husband had been lost at sea for 30 years.
Goodbye, Delicious Friend.
The ship is the key to it all. The ship and what it found: It has touched one in Dreams, one in Law, one in Flesh and one in Court. It draws them together, and it will not release them--or it will release them, or has released them?
Find Absalom's Place before it finds you.
The ship is the key to it all. The ship and what it found: It has touched one in Dreams, one in Law, one in Flesh and one in Court. It draws them together, and it will not release them--or it will release them, or has released them?
Find Absalom's Place before it finds you.
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