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This isn't perfect, but I gave it a first pass at least.
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had some fun with this. It's in past tense because the Fingerking was already released by the time this article was written (if that makes sense).
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{{Sky_Location|image1 = wellyellow.png|caption1 = From deep in the darkness comes a sound. Art from Sunless Skies.|region = [[Eleutheria]]|allegiance = [[The Halved]]|notable_inhabitants = The First Storyteller / The Prophet Exile}}
{{Sky_Location|image1 = wellyellow.png|caption1 = From deep in the darkness comes a sound. Art from Sunless Skies.|region = [[Eleutheria]]|allegiance = [[The Halved]]|notable_inhabitants = The First Storyteller / The Prophet Exile}}''"The Well of Wonders is smothered in stories. They say it is the place where possibility went to die. They say it is the grave-prison of the First Storyteller. They say that if you can endure the winds, you will learn that which was never known."''
''"The Well of Wonders is smothered in stories. They say it is the place where possibility went to die. They say it is the grave-prison of the First Storyteller. They say that if you can endure the winds, you will learn that which was never known."''


'''The Well of Wonders''' is the black hole of [[Eleutheria]]. It imprisons the [[The Fingerkings|Fingerking]] responsible for the chain of events that led to the murder of [[The Halved|the King who Speaks]].  
'''The Well of Wonders''' is a black hole which contains the being responsible for the events that led to the destruction of [[Eleutheria]].


''(Awake. The play will begin once again. This time my story will be told.)''
Descend. I was disturbed, once. 


==A Disturbance==
My story was told. Now it shall be spread.__forcetoc__
''"Trespassers. You walk my paths. Pluck the fruit from my trees. Gorge yourselves until your bellies ache and your fat chins glisten with juice. Enjoy your stolen feast. You, and you; you will join my chorus. The rest of you are not worthy of a role."''


Inside the Well is a garden full of bountiful fruit, and in the middle is an amphitheater. The performers and audience at the theater are trapped in a frozen tea party by the Fingerking inside, and only released when they are needed for a play. Most of these people are individuals that ended up in the Well. Some were pulled by the well-wind, and some came via the bottom of another well, but most of them are here thanks to mishaps in [[Parabola]]. ''(What did they think they would find with that contraption of mirrors and glass?)''
==Welcome, Reader==
Within me lies a garden. My garden is a haven, an refuge from the hostility of the [[The Halved|False King]]'s realm. Within my garden lies my theater, a magnificent structure of Grecian inspiration. My performers and their captive audience (ha!) wait here. They've remained here for as long as they were needed. Some were pulled in by the well-wind, others came via the bottom of another well. Others still are here thanks to a contraption of [[Parabola|mirrors and glass]].


The prisoner of this well is '''the First Storyteller'''. Also known as '''St Solonace''', a rebellious storyteller turned into a story, it holds control over the Well itself and is the one responsible for trapping the actors and audience. It will only relinquish its control of its victims when its story, ''The Ballad of the Solonacean Conjunction'', finally reaches its conclusion. The only thing in the way of this circumstance is that nobody seems to fit the role of the Prophet Exile... ''(All stories yearn to reach their end. When mine is finally complete, I will languish in ignominy no more.)'' [[Category:Places]]
My performers, those who were worthy of telling my story:
*'''The Lost Girl''', who came here to flee her life. She got her wish.
*'''The Restless Vagabond''', who wandered beyond the maps for far too long.
*'''The Runaway Scion''', a prince-in-waiting who fled from an extinct kingdom.
*'''The Thrice-Dead Bride''', the Mistress of my choir.
*'''The Careless Scholar''', who searched for knowledge and found it here.
*'''The Trespasser Captain''', the one chosen for greatness.
 
Ah, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself. I am '''the Prophet Exile''', though some may call me '''the First Storyteller''', or perhaps '''St Solonace'''. I was once an exile from a place that [[Parabola|was not]]. Now, I am a living story. I hold control over the Well of Wonders, and I am the one responsible for trapping the actors and their audience. I relinquished them when my story, '''''The Ballad of the Solonacean Conjunction''''', finally reached its conclusion. Finding someone to fit the lead role took me longer than I expected, but now I languish in ignominy no more.
 
==''The Ballad, Abridged''==
{{Major spoiler small}}''A TRAGEDY OF TREACHERY, INJUSTICE, AND REVOLUTION in ONE ACT, as it is PERFORMED in DEFIANCE of the FALSE KING OF ELEUTHERIA''
 
The trappings of a secondary source are too meager for a story this great. If you, dear reader, wish to experience my story in its full glory, you must hear it from a primary source. Worry not about the [[The Fingerkings|slithering]], you'll get used to it soon.
 
===I. A Prologue===
The Prophet Exile and his venerable Princes of Light travel to the palace of the Twin Kings of Eleutheria. They were turned away by the other [[Judgements]], but still they seek to petition the creation of the [[Judgements#Interstellar Politics|Solonacean Conjunction]].
 
===II. Forest Of Burning Twilight===
The Exile and his companions await the arrival of a Messenger, who was sent to request an audience with the Twin Kings. The Exile is warned of the wrath of the Judgements, and the Messenger returns in due time.
===III. Palace of the Twin Kings===
The Prophet presents his arguments to the Twin Kings. While [[The Halved|the King who Wars]] dismisses his cause almost immediately, [[Judgements#the King who Speaks|the King who Speaks]] admits curiosity. The Prophet is dismissed, and the King who Wars chastises his brother for his interest in breaking the Chain.
 
===IV. The Aftermath===
The Prophet and his companions, fuming at the rejection, vow to send a warning to the world against spurning them. The King who Speaks secretly visits the Prophet and his companions away from the safety of his throne, and admits that his brother refuses all change. The King admits that the proposition of a new and higher order is truly something worth pursuing.
 
===V. A Night Of Transfiguration===
The Prophet and his Princes welcome their newest recruit, the King who Speaks himself. The Prophet prompts the star to lower his guards in the name of the revolution, which he does. As soon as he does so, the King is stabbed to death by the Princes of Light, and the message is sent.
 
===VI. The King In Mourning===
The King who Wars crushes the fledgling Conjunction, condemning them to burn for eternity in the flames of his rage. For the Prophet, however, he has saved a much harsher fate...
 
===VII. Fall of a Prophet===
The Prophet is bound in chains of misery and sorrow, and a mask, lacking in both eyes and a mouth, is strapped to his face. The Prophet is condemned to the Well of Wonders, never to speak treason again. He will rot in the Well, where his story will echo and rage, but never be told.
 
 
 
Until now.
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Revision as of 01:51, 8 August 2019

"The Well of Wonders is smothered in stories. They say it is the place where possibility went to die. They say it is the grave-prison of the First Storyteller. They say that if you can endure the winds, you will learn that which was never known."

The Well of Wonders is a black hole which contains the being responsible for the events that led to the destruction of Eleutheria.

Descend. I was disturbed, once. 

My story was told. Now it shall be spread.

Welcome, Reader

Within me lies a garden. My garden is a haven, an refuge from the hostility of the False King's realm. Within my garden lies my theater, a magnificent structure of Grecian inspiration. My performers and their captive audience (ha!) wait here. They've remained here for as long as they were needed. Some were pulled in by the well-wind, others came via the bottom of another well. Others still are here thanks to a contraption of mirrors and glass.

My performers, those who were worthy of telling my story:

  • The Lost Girl, who came here to flee her life. She got her wish.
  • The Restless Vagabond, who wandered beyond the maps for far too long.
  • The Runaway Scion, a prince-in-waiting who fled from an extinct kingdom.
  • The Thrice-Dead Bride, the Mistress of my choir.
  • The Careless Scholar, who searched for knowledge and found it here.
  • The Trespasser Captain, the one chosen for greatness.

Ah, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Prophet Exile, though some may call me the First Storyteller, or perhaps St Solonace. I was once an exile from a place that was not. Now, I am a living story. I hold control over the Well of Wonders, and I am the one responsible for trapping the actors and their audience. I relinquished them when my story, The Ballad of the Solonacean Conjunction, finally reached its conclusion. Finding someone to fit the lead role took me longer than I expected, but now I languish in ignominy no more.

The Ballad, Abridged

"Are you quite sure you want to know this?"

Beyond this point lie major spoilers for Fallen London, Sunless Sea, Sunless Skies, or Mask of the Rose. This may include endgame or major Fate-locked spoilers. Proceed at your own risk.

You can find out more about our spoiler policy here.


A TRAGEDY OF TREACHERY, INJUSTICE, AND REVOLUTION in ONE ACT, as it is PERFORMED in DEFIANCE of the FALSE KING OF ELEUTHERIA

The trappings of a secondary source are too meager for a story this great. If you, dear reader, wish to experience my story in its full glory, you must hear it from a primary source. Worry not about the slithering, you'll get used to it soon.

I. A Prologue

The Prophet Exile and his venerable Princes of Light travel to the palace of the Twin Kings of Eleutheria. They were turned away by the other Judgements, but still they seek to petition the creation of the Solonacean Conjunction.

II. Forest Of Burning Twilight

The Exile and his companions await the arrival of a Messenger, who was sent to request an audience with the Twin Kings. The Exile is warned of the wrath of the Judgements, and the Messenger returns in due time.

III. Palace of the Twin Kings

The Prophet presents his arguments to the Twin Kings. While the King who Wars dismisses his cause almost immediately, the King who Speaks admits curiosity. The Prophet is dismissed, and the King who Wars chastises his brother for his interest in breaking the Chain.

IV. The Aftermath

The Prophet and his companions, fuming at the rejection, vow to send a warning to the world against spurning them. The King who Speaks secretly visits the Prophet and his companions away from the safety of his throne, and admits that his brother refuses all change. The King admits that the proposition of a new and higher order is truly something worth pursuing.

V. A Night Of Transfiguration

The Prophet and his Princes welcome their newest recruit, the King who Speaks himself. The Prophet prompts the star to lower his guards in the name of the revolution, which he does. As soon as he does so, the King is stabbed to death by the Princes of Light, and the message is sent.

VI. The King In Mourning

The King who Wars crushes the fledgling Conjunction, condemning them to burn for eternity in the flames of his rage. For the Prophet, however, he has saved a much harsher fate...

VII. Fall of a Prophet

The Prophet is bound in chains of misery and sorrow, and a mask, lacking in both eyes and a mouth, is strapped to his face. The Prophet is condemned to the Well of Wonders, never to speak treason again. He will rot in the Well, where his story will echo and rage, but never be told.


Until now.