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.

Robert Greathouse's Mantelpiece

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Robert Greathouse's Scrapbook

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Robert Greathouse's Journal

" The streets of London were bent into a labyrinth with the Bazaar at the labyrinth's heart. Findin..."

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" They say it's a gate that opens in the stalactites behind Wolfstack Docks. They say you can see i..."

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" The prison is carved into the body of an immense stalactite, clinging to the roof of the Bazaar's..."

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" A bad altitude. The Flit is where you go when you're no longer welcome at ground level. Or if you..."

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Sits on your chest when you're sleeping flat!"

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" Tools, printing-presses, guns, steam-engines: taxes from trade in these are payable to Mr Iron. T..."

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" False-summer sends Jack-of-Smiles, Fallen London's most prolific murderer, just that little bit ..."

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" False-summer sends Jack-of-Smiles, Fallen London's most prolific murderer, just that little bit ..."

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" In his own words: 'A goden most capering! Hines the walkskies, chanter the powb raggedy men. Dab ..."

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" Flowers are hard to come by in Fallen London. Where resources are scarce, private enterprise inev..."

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