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.

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" The Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat! Swims like a bloodfish! Tastes like a sprat!"

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" Specialist surgical trusses for the soulless are sold in Fallen London. Do they work? Well they d..."

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" The second of Feducci's illegal fighting rings is the Ring of Roses. The loser is the first to ma..."

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" Fallen London: once capital of the British Empire, now home of the Bazaar. Deep. Dark. Expensive...."

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" Only two things are known to remain of the First City: the name, the Crossroads Shaded By Cedars,..."

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

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" Churches still hold services, London still has its bishops, the Traitor Empress is still the head..."

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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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" the Starveling Cat! the Starveling Cat! mangy as a goat! mad as a bat!"

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" The neddy men are the Masters' private enforcers, a shambolic freelance army of cudgel-waving thu..."

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