Feducci is a false-Tomb Colonist, an invincible immortal man wrapped in stolen bandages who feigns a limp and a cough. He presents himself in such a way so he can lure people into his private fighting club and slaughter them in a duel to the permanent death.

Duels to the death where the reigning champion cannot possibly be harmed, let alone killed, are hardly fair by any definition of the word. And of course Feducci is not content the advantages granted by his invincibility, he also goes to his duels proudly astride a warhorse in order to face opponents who fight on foot.

Feducci has had so many of these dishonest duels and has slaughtered so many unsuspecting opponents that he goes into battle with his arms wrapped in black ribbons

(2) When not permanently killing lesser mortals for sport, Feducci serves as the Presbyters Agent in London. Feducci’s clandestine activities are whispered about in the Flit and is regularly seen delivering reports and relics to Presbyter zailors.

But the strongest testimony comes from one of his former associates in Venderbight’s Grand Sanatorium, which was uncovered by a gentleman seeking his Nemeses:

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the Grand Sanatorium, where they bring the tomb-colonists too far gone to walk or think or speak. The place is something between an insane asylum and a crypt. Niches filled with groaning or shrieking or meditative tomb-colonists fill every corridor. There are a great many corridors.

Feducci, in his capacity as the Presbyter’s Agent in London, regularly commissions the murder of London citizens, particularly those whose existence is condemned by Holy Presbyterate Law.

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As the recent election campaign has established, Feducci is being paid by the Presbyter for these services. These payments are laundered through under-zee commercial transactions. Feducci invests in a speculative venture that a London company is hoping to make with the government controlled Licensed Exchange at Adam’s Way. The Presbyterate government then agrees to and insures that this venture is profitable. There was never any possibility of Feducci losing his investment.

(3) Just as he has clothed himself in an aura of unearned courage, fighting duels that cannot possibly hurt him, Feducci has cultivated a reputation as a winner by repeatedly gambling with loaded dice. And yet this man promises to even the odds in London?

So ask yourself, would a false gambler like Feducci wager on the odds he has given you – that electing a cheater and schemer would somehow make London a fairer place? We both know the answer to that.

Gul al-Ahlaam wrote:

Have you ever dueled Feducci? When you kill him, even though the death isn't permanent, he gives you the win anyway! So long as you inflict what would on an ordinary man be the permanent death, he awards you the victory and graciously accepts defeat! That's the opposite of cheating.

The problem is that he isn't risking the same thing as the other duelists. He's immortal dealing in a game that involves permanent death of the challenger. The only reason the other duels in the game aren't permanent is because of wacky circumstances in the way of writing, save for the ironically only actual permadeath in the duels.

(1) Feducci makes grand promises to bring about a fairer London, but his character and past actions cast grave doubts as to whether he actually believes what he says.

Feducci is a false-Tomb Colonist, an invincible immortal man wrapped in stolen bandages who feigns a limp and a cough. He presents himself in such a way so he can lure people into his private fighting club and slaughter them in a duel to the permanent death. Duels to the death where the reigning champion cannot possibly be harmed, let alone killed, are hardly fair by any definition of the word. And of course Feducci is not content the advantages granted by his invincibility, he also goes to his duels proudly astride a warhorse in order to face opponents who fight on foot.

Feducci has had so many of these dishonest duels and has slaughtered so many unsuspecting opponents that he goes into battle with his arms wrapped in black ribbons:

“If that were not bad enough, his arms are swathed in enough black ribbons to hide his bandages. There are dozens of them: how many of his own society has he killed?”

Each of those ribbons taken from a man or woman who Feducci permanently murdered in an unfair, thoroughly one-sided duel.

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(2) When not permanently killing lesser mortals for sport, Feducci serves as the Presbyters Agent in London. Feducci’s clandestine activities are whispered about in the Flit and is regularly seen delivering reports and relics to Presbyter zailors. But the strongest testimony comes from one of his former associates in Venderbight’s Grand Sanatorium, which was uncovered by a gentleman seeking his Nemeses:

http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/ShowMore/434443/EventConclusion?contentKey=15023

Feducci, in his capacity as the Presbyter’s Agent in London, regularly commissions the murder of London citizens, particularly those whose existence is condemned by Holy Presbyterate Law.

http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com/Profile/ShowMore/7099710/EventConclusion?contentKey=13494

As the recent election campaign has established, Feducci is being paid by the Presbyter for these services. These payments are laundered through under-zee commercial transactions. Feducci invests in a speculative venture that a London company is hoping to make with the government controlled Licensed Exchange at Adam’s Way. The Presbyterate government then agrees to and insures that this venture is profitable. There was never any possibility of Feducci losing his investment.

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(3) Just as he has clothed himself in an aura of unearned courage, fighting duels that cannot possibly hurt him, Feducci has cultivated a reputation as a winner by repeatedly gambling with loaded dice. And yet this man promises to even the odds in London?

The Presbyter is getting something for all this money – that is obvious. If Feducci becomes Mayor he will be indebted for his success to an unfriendly foreign power that lays claim to territories held by London!

Lastly, Feducci has a terrible record when it comes to the people who put their trust in him. We’ve already documented how he treats his fellow duelists in the Black Ribbon – as pawns and disposable amusements! But this goes back a long way. When he still resided on the Elder Continent, Feducci went on a pilgrimage to the brambled city of Arbour:

“Feducci was a celebrated figure, attended by lovers, well-wishers and flatterers. Many begged to accompany him, and a company of seventy-seven embarked with pennants, wine, and song.

…One by one, Feducci's companions fell, but he refused to turn back. When he reached the rosebrick gate, he was alone.”

So ask yourself, would a false gambler like Feducci wager on the odds he has given you – that electing a cheater and schemer would somehow make London a fairer place? We both know the answer to that.

Isaac Zienfried wrote:

To be fair, the Campaigner isn't the one playing dirty. Some of us on the campaign have taken on that burden so the lady can keep her hands clean.

If that's an incentive to vote against her on general principle, it's succeeding magnificently.

Anne Auclair wrote:

Drake Dynamo wrote:

Maybe you could, I don't know, just chill out?

Oh, I am very chill ^_^ Chill and competitive.

I mean, the all-caps Info-Wars-esque title of this thread suggests otherwise.

I think you're missing the point. Just because Feducci is a badass that can return from the dead doesn't change that it's not a fair fight. This is a fight to the permanent death, and Feducci never makes it a point to explain just how damnably hard it is to end him.

Have you ever dueled Feducci? When you kill him, even though the death isn't permanent, he gives you the win anyway! So long as you inflict what would on an ordinary man be the permanent death, he awards you the victory and graciously accepts defeat! That's the opposite of cheating.

• How can you actually destroy honey? (Serious question.) Given the more unusual properties of Prisoner's Honey I doubt there are many safe ways.

Hattington wrote:

At least with Feducci's campaign, the monsters will probably be as shaken up as everyone else.

And the greatest monsters of all? The Masters? Feducci himself said little, if anything, will be done about them. For a man so willing to fight, I find it odd he isn't the one who's most firmly set themselves against them.
Perhaps he's afraid of a fight he can't simply pick himself up and walk away from...
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Hattington wrote:

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...excuse me, am I blind or do the words "has no idea what to do with it all" indicate a marked lack of destruction? Unless you're implying she's in cahoots with Mr. Eaten (and damning her by...whatever aiding and abetting Mr. Eaten is called, association seems a bit strong), what I'm seeing is putting it somewhere it can be extracted later.

I have my doubts the Iron Republic. Can't do the linking thing, but trading brandy with the Infernal Sommelier has him point out they never rebelled agains the Judgements SPECIFICALLY. So I'm not convinced the association with the Anarchists isn't simply a business relationship they're expecting to not achieve it's slated goal; yes I've witnessed the transaction where Hell was commisioned to smelt a new Law and i've also seen the inscription that implies the FIngerkings are allied with Hell to some extent. But what clinches it for me is-Hell ultimately WANTS (the transaction of) souls, in the sense they see value in them. As souls are star-spores, it stands to reason they can't entirely agree with the forces that would see them as either potential enemies (I'm pretty sure Lost in Reflections has allusions to Parabola rotting lights with reference to souls), or one more link in the Chain to be broken.

Also, I just plain don't like tea.

EDIT: Actually, I just noticed you yourself put it better than I could have: "Oh dear, this could go very well or very badly."

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The DTC is not "stockpiling honey" in contradiction of her platform, she is trying to dispose of it. So you simply got that wrong.

As for Hell's Republic, even if their deals with the Revolutionaries are ultimately insincere, they are still making deals with the Calendar Council, providing them supplies, helping them build weapons, and sponsoring them with a safe haven in which to test out their ideas of a law free world. Hell and Feducci are therefore pretty deep into the Liberation of the Night, way deeper then someone who just happens to have a few casual Revolutionary friends.

Of course most players have a few casual Revolutionary friends...so the DTC's sin in that regard is no worse then the player with a few a Revolutionary Connected points and no "plotting against the Masters." But Feducci is allied with Hell and Hell supports the Liberation...so Feducci probably has a pretty high "advancing Liberation of the Night" quality.
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Hattington wrote:

In one corner, we have an allegedly prim and proper society dame who's secretly stockpiling massive amounts of honey instead of destroying it like the chaste platform she professes to support...

...I judge my candidates a lot by how they operate under crisis, because let's face it-London is one long, eldritch crisis with some very pretty facades thrown over it... The Temperance Campaigner? Either her or one of her associates freaked out hard when I found the aforementioned documents concerning compromise. Feducci? He's a damn good sport.

Oh dear, there is just so much that is wrong here in terms of basic facts.

The Temperance Campaigner is not stockpiling honey, she is destroying it by dumping it down a well. And no one in the Campaigners campaign freaks out when you burgle her purse - as you depart you hear the Campaigner's purse traps catching a less successful burglar.



Hattington wrote:

Now, I'll put aside the fact Feducci's very real financial strategising, contacts in the Presbyterate and Devillish associates (they have vacuum cleaner! WE NEED THOSE!) because from your point of view those are all downsides. Yes, I am making the case Hell is the lesser evil here considering taking souls doesn't result in incendiary property damage or possesion by snakes.

Hell supports the Revolutionaries and the Liberation of the Night. One of the centers of Revolutionary activity in the Neath is the Iron Republic, which is Hell's client state. In Sunless Sea, Anarchists = the Iron Republic.

This support makes sense of course, as Hell is itself controlled by Infernal Revolutionaries, who took power in a Revolution that Feducci fought for.

Feducci's campaigner manager is a Devil.

Hattington wrote:

Besides, worst to worst there's another whose interests I advocate for who would benefit from both a) a quasi-ally in the Presbyterate, b) a more cilmbable chain and c) the brass marvels Hell could provide.

"An evening of fiery speeches" wrote:

You settle into the front row beside the Affectionate Devil, who favours you with a flashing smile and squeezes your shoulder. The woman at the lectern begins to speak of the wonders of the Iron Republic, the city of anarchists: their freedom from restraint and tradition, their successful overthrow of the laws of nature, the riches and glory to be found in the embrace of freedom... She takes some time to thank the infernal patrons of the Republic for assisting them in "shattering the chains of earth and Heaven."

Fascinating stuff, if a little disturbing. In conversation afterwards, you can tell your friend is impressed by how much of the lecture you've retained and understood.

"A veteran of the battles of that old city" wrote:

Feducci's campaign manager transpires to be a very Indulgent Devil, whose red eyes smoulder like the rising of Mars. "Of course," he tells you in a voice like molten honey, "Feducci has helped us in the past, when the apparatus of state weighed on our liberty. When we felled all thrones, he was in the vanguard. I think he rather misses such grand sport."

If even the most indirect of connections to the Liberation of the Night is as bad as you say, to the point that knowing a handful of anarchists is disqualifying, then you should abandon Feducci right now. Because he's neck deep in it.
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SS, when visiting Naples. It mentions mushroom wines are snubbed on the Surface, prisoner's honey loses its magic up there, and the only thing from down below people like is GLORIOUS COFFEE.

Gul al-Ahlaam wrote:

The military is basically defunct.

Excuse me? I believe you mean "the military is very busy". Building a living machine-god is no small task, and the Masters' red tape was getting in the way. The great work must go on! Bright-Eyed Sequencer for Mayor!

*quietly indicates my mantelpiece item*

I think you're missing the point. Just because Feducci is a badass that can return from the dead doesn't change that it's not a fair fight. This is a fight to the permanent death, and Feducci never makes it a point to explain just how damnably hard it is to end him.