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.

metrocake's Mantelpiece

bottleandglassred - One of the better years. Tangy, with an agaric aftertaste.
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70 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 1

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

metrocake's Journal

" They say it's the key that opens Mr Stones' vaults. They say it's concealed in Mr Pages' lib..."

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" the Starveling Cat! louder than a dog! taller than a rat!"

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" The Neath's annual snowfall has been studied. The learned men of the Department of Chiropter..."

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" "The Bazaar requires the London Magazine to change its name. The London Magazine has survive..."

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

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" Halfway between being a leper and being bankrupt. They're difficult, these people. You never..."

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" Death is not always permanent in Fallen London. This permits the practice of the violent b..."

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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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" Death is not always permanent in Fallen London. Old age and disease still take their toll, b..."

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" from the Natural History of Pliny the Elder: "... there is another kind of honey; its effect..."

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