>>5690751Even as you utter your threat, it occurs to you that if the preeminent founder of the Theosophical Society in the figure of Madame Blackwood is a fraud, perhaps... the entire society is preying on the vulnerable and anxious and their need for guidance and counsel. Could it be that the Benevolent Institute even encourages this? Madame Blackwood shakes her head in disdain:
-Threaten a frail old woman, would you? You'll never know the whereabouts of Ezskael Tranter, not to mention the secrets of Al-Ghurab and the Red City Of Temptations! And if that mad dog Tranter sees you by the Railyard near Wentworth Ironworks & Foundry, I hope he shoots you dead!
QM: The faction - The Theosophical Society slightly disapproves of you. Madame Blackwood will perhaps spread deprecations of your conduct amongst the Society, rendering them more suspicious and reticent in providing any assistance to you. You wonder if you could have perhaps consented to Lady Blackwood's outrageous exchange whilst simultaneously bargaining for more - healing, or perhaps some commendation amongst the theosophists, all alongside an introduction to Tranter, in exchange for the keeping of your mysterious firearm. But now you almost regret not shooting her dead.
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>meet Ezskael Tranter by the Railyard near Wentworth Ironworks and foundry***
As you exit through the opulent guest reception of the East Wing, the vestibule that welcomes Institute benefactors for tours, you glance through the West Wing foyer with some dismay at the insalubrious and unnerving sight beyond.
The West Wing opens out into what was once a grand courtyard and formal gardens, likely intended for the convalescence of the war-wounded, veterans and other invalids, but has now fallen into a hideous state of neglect and ruin. Amidst the untended statues, overgrown parterre and topiary you can glimpse the stumbling shapes of gibbering and gesticulating impoverished inmates, patients who are clearly psychologically unsound and disturbed, wandering freely and seemingly absent of any supervision. They appear mostly placid, but you fear that the sight of violence may provoke their mania.
>Er... hello there, ... insane person? Could you tell me where I might get some treatment for this...? (Wave your wounded and bleeding arm around)>I have just slain a demon bird with my magic revolver. The bird came from a vision of a red city levitating in the desert or maybe it was a dream. Previously I shot a druid and his talking goat skull as well as a gas mask man and a barbed wire face man. The horse died though it was very sad. Can you help me get some treatment please??>Do you know where I might find Francis Leighton, the painter? How is he feeling? Does anyone ever come to visit him at all?>Ignore the insane inmates, just walk around a bit and try and find some medical facilities.>if you choose this option, please roll 1d6>Something else...? 