Descend into Fallen London

Echo Bazaar

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.

fibowman's Mantelpiece

1 x Bifurcated Owl

Feed it only the most terrible secrets.

fibowman's Scrapbook

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A Brazen Fate 1 - An Infernal Agent

You ride the road to Hell, but what awaits you there?

fibowman's Journal

04 February, 1890

"Aw. Look at their sooty little cheeks. Hey, where'd my wallet go? "

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03 February, 1890

"Like the Oxford-Cambridge boat race. But with trumpets. "

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02 February, 1890

"A respectable sort of place, then. "

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01 February, 1890

"Who wouldn't want to live here? "

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30 January, 1890

"Eleven per cent? "

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29 January, 1890

"Whatever it is, it sounds jolly useful. "

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28 January, 1890

"Wolfstack Docks: for people who treat bar-fights as a hobby. "

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27 January, 1890

"Here kitty, kitty, kitty. "

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22 January, 1890

"Something's going on here. "

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21 January, 1890

"Why don't people talk about this? "

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