Descend into Fallen London

Fallen London

Three decades ago, London was stolen by bats. Dragged deep into the earth by the Echo Bazaar. The sun is gone. All we have is the gas-light of Mr Fires. But Londoners can get used to anything. And it's quiet down here with the devils and the darkness and the mushroom wine. Peaceful.

But then YOU arrived.

JotaEB's Mantelpiece

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JotaEB's Scrapbook

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JotaEB's Journal

" They say it's the only map of all the Unterzee, scratched on the keystone of the Neath. They..."

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" Moloch Street Underground Station is the first stop on the journey to Hell. Clathermont's Tattoo ..."

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" This upstanding citizen governs commerce in food, wood and immortality. They say it's an all..."

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" They say it's the map that connects every glimmer of moonish light to a star. They say it's ..."

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" The Fisher Kings are a gang of urchins who keep to the roofs and gutters. They specialise in..."

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" This is where the trading steamer fleets come in from the lands across the Unterzee, the sun..."

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" We can't get enough gas down here, see. So you know what we burn for heat? ... sinners."

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Why does it look at us like that?"

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" Something to do with prisoner's honey? Whatever it is, it's forbidden to buy or sell it in a..."

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" A tall tale told by zailors. They say it's a place of unearthly delights, glimpsed only by t..."

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