User:Gay Coffee

= The Heavenly Museum = "'The Heavenly Museum is an interesting domain: You can see fragments of foreign realms scattered in the distance, and with enough attention to detail, their dead monarchs, too'"The Heavenly Museum is a region in the High Wilderness that lies somewhere near the Blue Kingdom. It's ruled over by the Thrice-Beaten King.

Where Unneeded Things Go
This realm is nothing but a dominion-wide archive, overseen by the unusually curious Archivist, the local Judgement.

New Mouseion
"'Turns out, Alexandria got rebuilt. Just slightly higher off the ground than before.'""'We near New Mouseion, where words are bought, and meaningless gossip is a treasure.'"New Mouseion is the settlement nearest to the Archivist King. Here, all which cannot be normally stored is traded, and bought, and sold, and stolen. Buildings bridge the gaps between the assorted rocks upon which the city was built, and all kinds of information is passed around.

The Written Market
As you get off your locomotive, a Mute Officer quickly wraps your mouth with a piece of golden cloth. You musn't speak, here in the place of written accounts. You must also bring your own pen, we're not a charity.

Here is also where Mr. Stamp's Reliquary is found, and where you may sell your port reports. Mind, this master accepts any port report, be it from this dominion or anywhere else (Though you may only be paid in Sovereigns for reports regarding this realm). Unfortunately, Mr Paper's Pawn Shop is currently closed, as he's currently directing the next project of The Marvelous Maquette.

The Spoken Exchange
Before you can write on your travel log, a Fingerless Secretary bursts into your cabin and ties your hands. In this place of momentary things, pages musn't be tarnished. You're also assigned a White-Haired Child. "He's memorized everything that would otherwise need to be written here. He'll also handily remember any information you would like to note down," says the Fingerless Secretary. The child looks at you, expectantly.

Here, you can encounter Mr. Bottles' Salon, a place that never ceases to chatter. Be careful to say as little as possible, for every word in this place can be appraised and sold.

The Tactile Storehouse
As soon as you

The Scene Refinery
Stack of Outdated Blueprints

The Cluttered Caparace
Crate of Nostalgic Crockery

The Verdant Embassy
Caged Catch

The Faint Follower
Bronzewood

The Necessarily Large Office
Roll of Thirsty Bombazine

The Well of Whistles
Selection of Immaculate Souls

The Travelling Conversationist
Assortment of Irrelevant Secrets