The ways of the Pentecost apes are mysterious, and this one feels no need to share them. Is it the smell that tells it that you have no soul for them today? Or something else? The party of savage one-soul apes backs you into a corner, its leader sniffing you with an avaricious hunger. missing.Įmpire of Hands: Unlicensed Spirifage = 1Īn ambush! The twisting paths of the jungle have led far from port, into a dark claustrophobia of trees and mushrooms. Today though, you find nothing to take with you but bad memories.Īn ambush! The twisting paths of the jungle have led far from port, into a dark claustrophobia of trees and mushrooms. Deep strata of maggots squish and crunch underfoot as you search for treasure. The bones and rotting carcasses stretch out in all their macabre glory. You rub it clean and slip it into a pocket. Deep strata of maggots squish and crunch underfoot as you search for treasures amongst the dead.Īha! Here is a trinket that any other searchers have missed. Perhaps this will prove to be such a time for some hopeful soul out there. You pocket it, though it does not look like it is worth much.

The charnel history of the Empire of Hands stretches out amongst the flies and the maggots of the apes who would be men and their stolen civilisation. It is a place of death, where the bones and still-rotting carcasses of man and ape alike are left to the thirst of the zee. Exploring this island will have to wait for a more auspicious day. The path through the jungle soon becomes dark and treacherous, the predatory eyes of desperate monkeys staring from behind every bush and tree. The parasynthetic jungle holds many dangers. Triggers event: Stranded in the Empire of Hands Bloated fleas hop from ape to man and man to ape, gorging themselves without a care for which is which.Īn emaciated man is slumped against a wall of the docks, sitting on a huge crate. Soul-hungry monkeys reluctantly tend this trading post, waiting for an opportunity to escape. It will take more than the natural beauty of this place to make most of them risk shore-leave here. 'Come! Make selves at home! All souls welcome in bountiful Empire of Hands!' 'Hello!' cries the Mayor, in the broken voice of one not yet used to human speech. With the Regulations in mind, it is a surprise to be greeted by a mere itchy monkey in a tattered yellow robe, barely walking with the help of a ceremonial staff. This event will appear only the first time you arrive at Empire of Hands, when Empire of Hands: Monkey Business = 0 Excerpt from Standard Naval Regulations, Vol IV Any and all acts of spirifage are prohibited.īeware of stowaways.No ship of London is to permit aboard a Pentecost ape without express and prior permission of the Admiralty.In the name and by the power of Her Enduring Majesty, a trade embargo and quarantine in absolute perpetuity has hereby been declared on the Empire of Hands. 'The apes watch you hungrily.' Interactions A Stern Reminder from the Admiralty 2.1 A Stern Reminder from the Admiralty.

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