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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mcknz's Journal

"What we have instead of moonlight, down in the Neath: the uncertain glow from phosphorescent thin..."

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"There's a healthy export trade in souls from Fallen London to Hell. But like all trade, it's lice..."

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"In simpler times, Hell would take a soul on the death of the body. Death is more complicated in F..."

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

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"The Clay Men are cheap, strong, contented immigrant labour imported en masse across the Unterzee...."

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

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

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