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.

encaen's Mantelpiece

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encaen's Scrapbook

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encaen's Journal

" the Starveling Cat! the Starveling Cat! it likes your bones! it prefers your fat!"

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" How does one manage a thing that is so patently not snow, and yet so resembles it? Does one ..."

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"A classic short con trick, this, but people fall for it in droves. The aim is simple: shuffle thr..."

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" Society has been gripped by the new scientific theories emerging from the University since t..."

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" "Whose name's on your collar Mr Starveling Cat?" "Come closer, my dear, if you want to read ..."

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" Oh gather round me bully boys (from 'Neathy Songs')"

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" The Bazaar stole London three decades ago. Of course only anarchists and revolutionaries say..."

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

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" There is no proof for the claim that this villain transmigrates between bodies. The numerous..."

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" The snow that falls in the Neath every December is something of a mystery. Condensation from..."

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