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.

Aschrexl's Mantelpiece

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Aschrexl's Scrapbook

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Aschrexl's Journal

" The Ambassador throws magnificent balls, which are often the highlights of the social season..."

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" In his own words: 'A goden most capering! Hines the walkskies, chanter the powb raggedy men...."

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" Souls are traded to Hell for brass, hydrogen, devilbone, earthly delights, rare coins and ot..."

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" What do Fallen Londoners do on the Feast of the Exceptional Rose? Fallen Londoners are truly..."

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

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" is open under the patronage of the LONDON ZOOLOGICAL SOCIETY to CAUTIOUS VISITORS for EDUCAT..."

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" The Traitor Empress and her consort live safely in the Shuttered Palace, in the protective c..."

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" Mr Veils deals with clothing and fabric, and takes a close interest in the silk-weavers of S..."

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" They say it's the language the bats speak. They say the Snuffer wrote it on the outside wall..."

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

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