Editing The Relickers

{{Spoiler}}<blockquote>''"The Relickers do without the encumbrance of names, but their pets (or bodyguards or watchers, depending what you believe) enjoy the grander sort of name. Dulcibella. Charlemagne. Cordimost. Never laugh."''<ref name="sidebar">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Sidebar_Snippets|Sidebar Snippets|Fallen London|}}</ref></blockquote><blockquote>''"Relickers are the rag-and-bone men of [[Mr Cups]]. They salvage junk and occasionally pay for it."''<ref name="" "capering"="">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Capering_Relicker_and_Gulliver_are_Outside_in_the_Street|The Capering Relicker and Gulliver are Outside in the Street|Fallen London|}}</ref></blockquote>One man's trash is another man's treasure. In this case, the "other man" is [[Mr Cups]] (who probably isn't even male). And the "treasure" is collected by its '''Relickers''', who push their carts throughout the city to collect the odds and ends of [[London]]ers. Each is accompanied by a [[Rattus Faber]]. Of course, the four below are not the only ones in London.<ref name="sidebar">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Sidebar_Snippets|Sidebar Snippets|Fallen London|}}</ref> They have a yard where their carts are stored and a small shack within it — where, from time to time, they convene for a well-earned drinking session.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Relickers' carts are drawn up in their yard. You can hear singing and a tin whistle from the nearby shack. The Bishop wastes no time and flings open the shabby wooden doors. You see the four Relickers and their rat companions in various stages of inebriation, with a feast of Rubbery Lumps on oil-stained newsprint before them."''</ref>

They say that the foxes once asked [[The Masters of the Bazaar|the Masters]] for dominion over waste and refuse. Mr Cups denied them, and gave the domain to the rats instead - which is why each Relicker has a rat. The foxes then left for [[the Elder Continent]], and now there are none in [[London]].<ref>{{Citation|https://www.failbettergames.com/the-mysteries-answered/|The Mysteries, answered|Failbetter Games|}}</ref>

<blockquote>''"The Capering Relicker is too busy playing his penny whistle and jigging to see you. Gulliver looks your scraps over. The harried rat tucks his thumbs into his waistcoat and squeaks, 'Right enough, guv. Take the box at the back.'"''<ref name="soul">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_paltry_few_creditable_scraps_for_Souls|Hand over a paltry few creditable scraps for Souls|Fallen London|}}</ref>

''"'Why don't they have my cider? They never have my cider. I made it and I drank it and it gave me such lovely visions. And I followed the visions and... and why don't they have my cider?' He almost forgets to pass you the scrap of paper with an address on it."''<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_multitude_of_scraps_for..._something_secret|Hand over a multitude of scraps for... something secret|Fallen London|}}</ref></blockquote>[[File:Bones.png|thumb|100px]]

'''The Capering Relicker''' is the most mysterious of the four relickers, dealing in infernal goods from an unknown supplier.<ref name "capering">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Capering_Relicker_and_Gulliver_are_Outside_in_the_Street|The Capering Relicker and Gulliver are Outside in the Street|Fallen London|}}</ref> He's constantly either drunk,<ref name = "brass">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_all_the_scraps_you_can_carry_for_Brass_Rings|Hand over all the scraps you can carry for Brass Rings|Fallen London|}}</ref> dancing,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Recertify_an_armful_of_scraps_2|Recertify an armful of scraps 2|Fallen London|}}</ref> playing his penny whistle,<ref name = "soul">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_paltry_few_creditable_scraps_for_Souls|Hand over a paltry few creditable scraps for Souls|Fallen London|}}</ref> or any of the three, forcing his rat to often conduct business in his stead. Occasionally, he may arrive to give gifts to certain Londoners, but no one really knows why.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/A_Gift_from_the_Capering_Relicker|A Gift from the Capering Relicker|Fallen London|}}</ref>

The Capering Relicker was once a priest in the [[First City]]'s Eye Temple,<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Capering Relicker staggers to his feet. "The eye of the temple sees your labours! We shall guide your ways!" He gestures grandly, throwing wine over his colleagues. They start throwing Lumps at him as you leave."''</ref> and is the uncle of the [[The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem Hotel|Manager of the Royal Bethlehem Hotel]].<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_roomful_of_scraps_for_a_Coruscating_Soul|Hand over a roomful of scraps for a Coruscating Soul|Fallen London|}}''"The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem [...] seems pleased to see the Capering Relicker. […] "How are things, venerable uncle? Still in the booze business, I hope? […]""''</ref> He was the first to brew [[Hesperidean Cider]] and follow its visions to obtain true immortality;<ref name=":1" /> this was how he escaped the First City's destruction and has survived until now, but the Masters are trying to hunt him down so he can brew them more cider.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Recertify_a_double-armful_of_scraps_2|Recertify a double-armful of scraps 2|Fallen London|}} ''"I saw the Fall. I raised my jar as the eye temple fell. And they've looked for me ever since. Want me to brew more. They'd flip their cloaks if they knew I was here, under their snouts."''</ref> These days, he often seems to be drunk on his creation.<ref name=":1">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_multitude_of_scraps_for..._something_secret|Hand over a multitude of scraps for... something secret|Fallen London|}} ''"Why don't they have my cider? They never have my cider. I made it and I drank it and it gave me such lovely visions. And I followed the visions and... and why don't they have my cider?"''</ref> He may smell of vegetation,<ref name=":0">[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"The devil notes down details as you speak. The Capering Relicker was wearing a mask, he was drunk, he smelled of moss and growing things."''</ref> apples, or an orchard,<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_small_collection_of_scraps_for_Amanita_Sherry|Hand over a small collection of scraps for Amanita Sherry|Fallen London|}}''"The Capering Relicker [...] heaves [your scraps] onto his rickety cart. An odd smell accompanies his exertions. […] Is that cut grass? Autumn woodland? Apples?"''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Recertify_an_armful_of_scraps_2|Recertify an armful of scraps 2|Fallen London|}}''"Is that an orchard you can smell?"''</ref> or sing about the [[Garden]] and the cider itself.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_sack_of_scraps_for_Muscaria_Brandy|Hand over a sack of scraps for Muscaria Brandy|Fallen London|}}''"'And we'll drink and we'll drink and we'll never fall down. And we'll dance our way to the garden!'"''</ref>

<blockquote>''"Well, I used to 'ave a burrow in the building wot eventually became the Brass Embassy. Afore they set the demons into our nests, I heard a few juicy things. I saw which way the cat was turnin' so I legged it. I reckons it's safest to hang around with him these days. Those devils don't half hold a grudge."''</blockquote>His rat, '''Gulliver''', lived in [[the Brass Embassy]] before the devils did, and came across their secrets when they moved in.<ref name = "brass">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_all_the_scraps_you_can_carry_for_Brass_Rings|Hand over all the scraps you can carry for Brass Rings|Fallen London|}}</ref> He sticks close to the Capering Relicker for protection, as devils avoid the Capering Relicker quite fervently.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_box_of_scraps_for_Brilliant_Souls|Hand over a box of scraps for Brilliant Souls|Fallen London|}}</ref> Despite or because of their aversion, the devils are quite interested in finding out more about him.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"Hell's Interest in the Relickers" "A fellow judge, one of the very human devils, pulls you into a small parlour before the final judgement. "Excuse me, but you did agree to brief us on the involvement of the Relickers in the labours. Tell me about the Capering Relicker. The others are not relevant." Clarissa arrives with a tea service."''</ref><ref name=":0" />

<blockquote>''"Bleedin' Calendar Council. In my day, the radicals showed a bit of respect. They'll blow anyone up these days. It's a disgrace. Monty! Go and get the spare cart."''<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_roomful_of_scraps_for_an_Intriguer%27s_Compendium|Hand over a roomful of scraps for an Intriguer's Compendium|Fallen London|}}</ref>

''"Once, the Curt Relicker did more than just collect conspiracies. Your sources tell you he used to be an avid revolutionary. 'And not just any old bomb-lobber, neither,' a Veteran Anarchist reveals. 'He was on the Calendar Council. But he fell in love with December, didn't he? Silly s_d. And December told him to b____r off.'"''<ref name="effusive">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Offer_your_investigative_services_(25_FATE)|Offer your investigative services (25 FATE)|Fallen London|}}</ref></blockquote>[[File:Bag.png|thumb|100px]]

The Curt Relicker is a man with a stubble, clad in a grey suit and overcoat.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"The Curt Relicker's grey suit, coat and stubble are almost invisible in the fog. "The cause will free us. The cause will forgive nobody." You nod sadly at his pronouncement. It's the done thing."''</ref> He's by far the most professional and uptight of the four relickers, so his rat, '''Montgomery''', plays spoon-tunes to keep his mood up. It rarely works.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_box_of_scraps_for_Incendiary_Gossip|Hand over a box of scraps for Incendiary Gossip|Fallen London|}}</ref> He primarily trades in rumors and intrigues.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Curt_Relicker_and_Montgomery_are_Moving_Quietly_Past|The Curt Relicker and Montgomery are Moving Quietly Past|Fallen London|}}</ref>

The Curt Relicker was a former member of the [[Calendar Council]]; he may have been expelled because he fell in love with [[December]].<ref name = "effusive">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Offer_your_investigative_services_(25_FATE)|Offer your investigative services (25 FATE)|Fallen London|}}</ref> He also claims to have been a dirigible pilot.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_cartload_of_scraps_for_a_Diary_of_the_Dead|Hand over a cartload of scraps for a Diary of the Dead|Fallen London|}}</ref> He keeps a finger on the pulse of the [[Great Game]].<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Brass_Grail_(Story) The Brass Grail, ''Fallen London''] ''"Although a former revolutionary, the Curt Relicker keeps a toe to the shore of the Great Game."''</ref>

<blockquote>''"Good Lord! That's a revolutionary tune! Is that how she ended up on the rag-and-bone cart with these wares hazardous to life and sanity? The jars of screams rattle along to accompany her as Pinnock unloads them."''<ref name="aeolian">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_sack_of_scraps_for_Aeolian_Screams|Hand over a sack of scraps for Aeolian Screams|Fallen London|}}</ref>

''"The Shivering Relicker hasn't shown up in person: she's just given Pinnock a note for you. It reads 'This is the sound of an invocation made by the Pharaoh to the Bazaar. Don't let it out.'"''<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_multitude_of_scraps_for_a_Breath_of_the_Void|Hand over a multitude of scraps for a Breath of the Void|Fallen London|}}</ref></blockquote>[[File:Coral.png|100px|thumb]]

'''The Shivering Relicker''' trades in wild words.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Shivering_Relicker_and_Pinnock_are_Trundling_By|The Shivering Relicker and Pinnock are Trundling By|Fallen London|}}</ref> She was an accomplished scholar (and maybe a revolutionary<ref name = "aeolian">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_sack_of_scraps_for_Aeolian_Screams|Hand over a sack of scraps for Aeolian Screams|Fallen London|}}</ref>) who decided to study the [[Correspondence]] and the deepest mysteries of the Neath.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_roomful_of_scraps_for_a_Starstone_Demark|Hand over a roomful of scraps for a Starstone Demark|Fallen London|}}</ref> It did not go well, and she's constantly rattled and possibly insane as a result.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_small_collection_of_scraps_for_Maniac%27s_Prayers|Hand over a small collection of scraps for Maniac's Prayers|Fallen London|}}</ref>

Her rat is called '''Pinnock''', and his job is to make sure she does her job properly and doesn't run away. He keeps her drugged with laudanum. Pinnock is the largest of the Relickers' rats - he has been compared to a badger!<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_box_of_scraps_for_Correspondence_Plaques|Hand over a box of scraps for Correspondence Plaques|Fallen London|}}</ref>

 

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<blockquote>''"You did wot? Hoo-eeee. I wouldn't worry about it dearie. I hears things, so I does, and let me tell you, there's a storm of scandal coming. And you ain't in it, for a change."''<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Tell_the_Coquettish_Relicker_your_woes|Tell the Coquettish Relicker your woes|Fallen London|}}</ref>

 

'''The Coquettish Relicker''' trades in fabrics; her much-neglected rat's name is '''Mathilde'''.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/The_Coquettish_Relicker_and_Mathilde_are_Making_the_Rounds|The Coquettish Relicker and Mathilde are Making the Rounds|Fallen London|}}</ref> She seems to know quite a bit about the mysteries of the Neath, as well as the secrets of its denizens.<ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_cartload_of_scraps_for_Parabola-Linen|Hand over a cartload of scraps for Parabola-Linen|Fallen London|}}''"'Now this, this is quality, this is. Ordered by the Bishop of St Fiacre's for a new mitre. Silly sod. Anyway, he got a new face or summink and the mitre didn't fit no more, cancelled the whole thing. Keep it away from mirrors.'"''</ref><ref>{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_box_of_scraps_for_Whisper-Satin|Hand over a box of scraps for Whisper-Satin|Fallen London|}}''""How's about this? Scarlet whisper-satin, off-cuts from the place they get the stockings. I used ter make clothes for the Parlour of Virtue, you know. Lovely girl, that Jenny. Treats us little folk decent. Not like them lot up the Palace.""''</ref> She also seems to have connections to the Great Game,<ref name = "ivory">{{Citation|https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_roomful_of_scraps_for_Ivory_Organza|Hand over a roomful of scraps for Ivory Organza|Fallen London|}}</ref><ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Memories_of_Mozart Memories of Mozart, ''Fallen London''] ''"Once she's gone, you sneak up do exactly the same, purloining the tobacco pouch and leaving the man's pocket empty. At a safe remove, you investigate. It's a horrid item, unpleasantly leathery and warm. It seems to be full of tiny white pebbles. You're not sure what strange game the Relicker is playing with the tobacco-pouch, but you've probably put a spanner in her works. Whatever she's up to, you suspect it's only tangentially connected to your own recent troubles."''</ref> and often used to manage factories for [[Mr Veils]] while he was otherwise occupied.<ref>[https://fallenlondon.wiki/wiki/Hand_over_a_multitude_of_scraps_for_Veils-Velvet Hand over a multitude of scraps for Veils-Velvet. ''Fallen London''] ''"Old Mr Veils barely appears at his looms and factories. He's got other... hobbies, that keeps him away […] I used to run 'em for him before the..." She trails off to silence and will not be drawn. The fabric she hands you is like a tiger's mind."''</ref>

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