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.

metrocake's Mantelpiece

bottleandglassred - One of the better years. Tangy, with an agaric aftertaste.
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201 x Greyfields 1882

One of the better years. Tangy, with an agaric aftertaste.

metrocake's Scrapbook

fanghat - You are a true child of the Neath. There is nothing left for you on the surface now.

Free of Surface Ties A citizen below

You are a true child of the Neath. There is nothing left for you on the surface now.

metrocake's Journal

" the Starveling Cat! the Starveling Cat! steals from your pantry! blames it on a rat!"

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Sharp as ravenglass! Blunt as a bat!"

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Comes for the child who acts like a brat!"

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" the Starveling Cat! the Starveling Cat! it knows what we think! and we don't like that!"

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" The Neath's most mystical fortune-teller. You can tell this by the number of silk scarves sh..."

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

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" Drownies are, for practical purposes, walking drowned men. They shiver, they complain, they ..."

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" They say it's not a monster at all. It's a man who dresses up as a bat. To, ah, prowl the ci..."

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