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"The Wax-Wind blows from the Elder Continent, and today it blows towards you. Its summoned storm rips the fog's veil away, revealing amassed, molten clouds as far as the eye can see. Globs larger than cannonballs punch holes straight through your deck. Falling curtains lash themselves into a hurricane, and the Delight vanishes from view as your ship is engulfed."[1]
The Wax-Wind is a storm of molten wax that engulfs ships zailing near the Elder Continent.[2] Contact with the Wind is invariably fatal, as it is hot enough to melt the very skin off one's bones.[3][4] It is also hot enough to boil water on contact,[5] although it cannot reach very far underwater.[6]
The Wax-Wind mostly manifests around the Elder Continent,[2][7] but can also appear in Polythreme.[8] Most notoriously, however, the Presbyterate is capable of invoking the Wax-Wind at will against its enemies[9][1] and those who transgress its laws.[10][11] The captain of the Delight, a flagship of the Presbyterate, can summon it seemingly anywhere.[12]
When summoned against an individual, the Wax-Wind will follow them relentlessly, to the extent that it can, until they melt.[13][14] Disturbingly, it is said that the Wax-Wind is fueled by the remains of those it has already caught...[7]
According to some, the Wax-Wind is the weeping of Stone.[15]
References
- ↑ 1.0 1.1 Given to the Wax-Wind, Fallen London
- ↑ 2.0 2.1 What is the Wax-Wind?, Fallen London "On rare days, an impossible tempest sweeps out of the Elder Continent: a wild wind carrying the scent of boiling honey and a storm of molten wax. Ships that fall prey to the Wax-Wind float like filthy icebergs in the Unterzee, their crews confined in wax, mouths fixed in endless screams."
- ↑ Accept the Wax-Wind, Fallen London "The Wax-Wind blows from the Elder Continent, from the Mountain-of-Light. It will melt you as the Neath-breezes melt us. Nothing will remain of you, as nothing remains of me."
- ↑ Steer through the storm, Fallen London "Until the sky itself is falling down, one molten mass, cooking your crew where they stand: flesh fused to bone, bone liquefied, hot marrow bubbling. Your hands have melted to the wheel. When you open your mouth, no scream comes out, but boiling wax pours in – "
- ↑ Steer through the storm, Fallen London "On every side, wax thunders down, splattering your crew with drops that can and do melt living flesh. But you spin the wheel, and barely skirt a torrent that falls like a solid column, boiling the water instantly. [...] Bad dreams again? Your lookout swears the Delight has been nowhere in sight recently. But the silver bell still echoes in your memory."
- ↑ Dive! (Given to the Wax-Wind), Fallen London "Down, down, into the black abyss, where the Wax-Wind cannot reach, although it tries. Torrents plunging like enormous spears into the zee. Boiling the water wherever they strike. Stretching after your vessel, snaking under the waves like questing fingertips. So much molten, grasping wax. You cannot evade it forever."
- ↑ 7.0 7.1 Speak with the Youthful Naturalist (Battling the Wax-Wind), Fallen London ""It has my scent [...] I've seen it hunt before. Across the Listening Desert outside Nidah. It won't stop until it strips my bones. Until it renders me into tallow! Where do you think all that wax comes from?""
- ↑ The Wax Wind Comes, Fallen London
- ↑ A Verger in Coral, Sunless Sea "But reinforcements came, and the Wax-Wind was invoked. We scattered."
- ↑ Why is she here?, Sunless Sea "As punishment for our attempt on their city, the Nidaheen promised me to the Wax-Wind."
- ↑ Order Vespertine, Irresistible, Fallen London "And should any seek to alter the Design or repeat the Ascent or uncover the Shames, they shall be given to the Wax-Wind."
- ↑ Observe the enemy ship, Fallen London "The Sacristan raises a limb [...] and rings a small silver bell. The Delight's black sails billow and fill. Something spatters your cheek, like a raindrop but boiling hot: wax."
- ↑ Divert the wax through different passages, Fallen London "When the Youthful Naturalist said the Wax-Wind had his scent, did he mean that literally? Its bubbling rivers, coursing through the citadel, seem to know where you're going. They ooze after you. Branching as you lead them down forked corridors. Transforming stairwells into whirlpools. And crashing back into the zee – when you leap over a yawning chasm, and the wax pours through the gap."
- ↑ The Eye of the Wax-Wind, Fallen London ""I could run. I could hide. Others have [...] But it won't stop hunting. Never. Once the Wax-Wind is invoked, that's the end. Whether today or tomorrow, ten weeks from now, ten years – even ten lifetimes – the Prester will get a new candle to burn at High Mass. No matter how long it takes, the road always leads to His altar.""
- ↑ Flint, Fallen London "Two things which are not Mysteries [...] the Wax-Wind is her weeping."
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