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From: Open a Surprise Package


Crack it open. Move aside the paper.

Game Instructions: The contents of these packages is random and highly variable.

Unlocked with 1 x A Surprise Package


Success

[See below]

Description summary:

PackageTitleDescription
1-3Something wretched Lumps in damp fustian. Someone laid a dead rat beside a candle on silk. Tied a careful knot in the silk. Bundled up the clothing it lies in. Someone will miss these pitiable things.
4-10Something warm You can feel the pulses beneath the flimsy linen, like a tiny sleeping animal. Someone wrapped it with a note: FOR THE CHILDREN.
11-20Something sweet A golden jar! Prisoner's honey. Taste it, and be somewhere else. For a little while.
21-40Something keening Some sounds have rung in the Neath since before the Bazaar came. These, for instance.
41-60Something to burn? […]

A litany of unwise hypotheses. Perhaps […] Mr Mirrors is Mr Cups. Perhaps the Bazaar is painted […] and underneath there are colours like coral. Perhaps the Provost of Summerset […] is a devil with his teeth and horns filed. But it's […] least wise of all to print them.

61-80Something dark The wax of the lamplighter bee has a distinctive scent: cellary, polleny, zinc-y. Use this to make candles, or perhaps just to purify the air of your rooms.
81-98Something delicate A length of fabric, spun and cut – where? Who gathered the cocoons in the sunlight, how far, how long ago? The Neath-roof arcs above. All is quiet. No silk-worms here below: no mulberries, no Sun.
99Something monstrous The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! It leaps from the box like an acrobat! The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! It claws at your face like a rabid bat! […] If only we could stamp it flat! […] Don't expect it to stay on the mat!
100Something eclectic Old china teeth and […]. A playing-card dipped in vinegar and a lightning-rod smeared with ash. A rag and a bone and a hank of blackened fur. A mushroom contorted into a comic shape. There's an odd green smell about this one, like new-cut grass.
101-199Something troublesome What a history of wickedness is here! This might not make you rich. But it will be a diverting afternoon's reading. The troubles of the rich lave the souls of the unrich.
200 ( soulless)Something unexpected A bottle of thick curved glass. The contents glow very softly. You know it at once. Your soul, which was taken from you! A note simply reads: BE MORE CAREFUL NEXT TIME. Beneath it, a crudely drawn shepherd's crook.
200 ( not soulless)Something eclectic Old china teeth and a bell with an eye. A playing-card dipped in vinegar and a lightning-rod smeared with ash. A rag and a bone and a hank of blackened fur. A mushroom contorted […]. There's an odd green smell about this one, like new-cut grass.
201-300Something lethal Oily liquid rolls in the bottle. There is a label: TO MY DARLINGEST ODIO ON THE OCCASION OF YOUR ELEVEN THOUSANDTH SOUL. GO TO HELL.
301-400Something warming The Broken Giant has a purple ribbon at the bottleneck. The Strangling Willow (careful!) is beribboned with blue and yellow. The Greyfields bears a white ribbon. Is it a code? A token?
401-500Something contradictory Someone has prepared a parcel of dead rats for sending […]. But the rats are venge-rats, that sleek rare savage assassin-breed. Someone has stuffed them with diamonds […]. […] DONE BECAUSE WE ARE TOO MENNY. Is this a gift? A warning? A punishment? A reward?
501-599Something forbidden Forbidden goods! There's a manifesto of sorts, too, crudely printed...

'This is not our city. […] We are overwritten by the Masters. […] The streets are dead, but let us remember them. Chalk their old names high! Let them be remembered in flame!'

600Something wriggling It blinks sleepily from the bottom of the box: a little ferret, clutching a little blanket in its paws. Who would consign such a creature to the vagaries of the postal service?
601-650Something ahistorical Vast volumes, bound in deerskin and written in Hudum. Difficult works to translate – and misleading, too. If this is to be believed, Khan's Heart was founded in the Misermere, after the last True Khan brokered peace with […] 'the Catastrophe of Crowns'...
651-700Something sacred Scraps of musical notation, half-scorched, annotated in untidy hand. 'Do not attempt to play on anything but a fiddle!', says one. 'Down with the New Democracy!', says another.
701-750Something ticking Explosives in the post? Really, how uncouth.

The Ministry of Menace Eradication houses a twitchy cohort of experts […] to 'deal' with devices such as this. […] they are all veterans of the Campaign of '68. But they surely won't mind you holding onto this one.

751-800Something scholarly Crisp white foolscap neatly hatched with ink. Someone has doodled a sort of fanged snail on the top sheet. You can adapt these findings for your own purposes. (Or pass them off as your own, if you're rash and shameless.)
801-810Something funereal A cat-sized coffin […] containing three rat-corpses and a quantity of poison. The rats have been laid to rest in […] military uniforms. […]

One of the rats is still barely alive! "Don't... ever... cross... the Duchess..." he squeaks, and breathes his ratty last.

811-815Something diplomatic A […] note […] bears the seal of the Presbyterate and smells […] sewery. 'Irrigo + Proto-City = Non-Memory. […] send funds for expedition.' Three passphrase-slips accompany a chunk of oddly coloured amber. When you touch the amber, you […] speak unexpected words.
816-830Something photographic Someone has been photographing graffiti. The photographs have been taken around Ladybones Road. Each is marked with time, date, and conjectures in a cryptic hand. There's a considerable quantity of information about Hell here...
831-840Something uncertain A thick sheaf of signed documents. It looks like […] a consulting detective's trove of evidence: mostly about smuggling and riverside murders. […] notes in the margins read: 'Leadbeater & Stainrod w/Drwnies??', 'black song notation' and 'fluke lumps'.
841-950Something perilous Exactly one and a half dozen lead plaques marked with the alphabet known to some as the Correspondence. Does that mean something? A note accompanies them: FOR SCRAP. It might just be the meticulous lettering of Mr Iron's left hand.
951-999Something bloodstained […]

[…] A begging letter to a lawyer with a soul-collection. A proposal to ban black-painted ships […]. A Christmas card signed 'Your Beloved Ancestor'. A love-letter of peculiar poignancy […] on the eve of her exile to the tomb-colonies. A confession of cannibalism.

1000Something... purple? It leaps upright crouched to spring, a tiny knife clutched in one tendril. No, not a knife: a stylus! On the box-lid it scratches: OBLIGATION BEGINS NOW AT BOX-OPENING YOU HAVE FIFTEEN YEARS OF BLEMMIGAN TIME. DO NOT ASK PERSONAL QUESTIONS.

[…]

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