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Latest revision as of 09:08, 17 July 2025
"What can you find in Ladybones Road? Moloch Street Underground Station is the first stop on the journey to Hell. Clathermont's Tattoo Parlour, haunt of spies, is here. Hangman's Arch can be a good place to hear gossip, and is always a good place for a hanging."
"What do they say about Veilgarden? A haunt of poets, prostitutes and other low types, and location of the notorious Singing Mandrake. Elderwick is famous for its booksellers. Hollow Street offers the best honey-dens in the city."
"The ragged old market of Spite is known for its silk-weavers and its pickpockets. Blythenhale is notorious for its feral cats. Flowerdene Street is the heart of the worst rookery in Fallen London."
"Smoke and mirrors! Light and shade! Bright paint and squealing children and the roar of lions! And the music, as a great man once said, is like electric sugar."
"What can you find at Watchmaker's Hill? A sinister fungal wilderness by the river. The Department of Menace Eradication subcontracts the adventurous to deal with the things that slither out of Bugsby's Marshes. An observatory atop the hill employs only blind men."
"The Quarter is the last remnant of the Fourth City, which the Bazaar acquired five hundred years ago. Statues of warrior-kings line silent avenues. A fountain shaped like a silver tree stands before a ruined palace at its heart."
"Why is the Empress' Palace shuttered? Apparently the Empress doesn't like light. Or sudden movements, loud noises, foreigners, treason, peaches. When you're Empress, you can do this kind of thing."
"What's the Flit? A bad altitude. The Flit is where you go when you're no longer welcome at ground level. Or if you really rate a good view from your window."
"This is where the trading steamer fleets come in from the lands across the Unterzee, the sunless sea of the Bazaar. Mr Fires, who deals with trade in coal, keeps his office here among the warehouses and rowdy dockside pubs."
"What can you find in the Bazaar Sidestreets? Respectable firms crammed into [workshops and offices]. The rent here is astronomical. But the quick and the hungry turn profits in the shadows of the spires. Just keep your eyes off the carvings up high. And whatever you do, don't fall in love."
"Beasts from every corner of the Unterzee are caged in the Labyrinth. But tigers walk free. There are very few accidents."
"Concord Square: a small yard in London, and a metonym. A location seething with coppers. Not the place to commit unsanctioned crimes."
"The residents of Moloch Street largely ignore the devils who loiter by Moloch Street Station, a vast edifice dominating one end of the road."
"Old women sell sugared mushrooms between executions at Hangman's Arch. They know a surprising amount about what goes on in the city."
"Beneath London are a myriad of tunnels dug deep into the earth. The Clay Men regularly close old entrances, and carve out new ones. It is rare that the same route down can be used twice."
"With so much business in Fallen London, you can't expect the inhabitants of Hell to go home at the end of every day, can you? The Brass Embassy is a cozy hell away from hell which, they say, holds the best masked balls in the city."
"If you want to become a sensation in Veilgarden, here's the place to start..."
"The candles are all lit in the great cathedral of St Fiacre's. Flickering, wispish lights steer parishioners down processionals towards the central altar and its hulking pulpit."
"What is the University? It is what you may call a castle manned by learning and scholarship. Or a vicious and permanent dog-fight between Benthic College and Summerset College."
"Everything here is white. Walls, floors, uniforms. Silent masked orderlies wander up and down identical corridors. It's easy to get lost."
"Workers with black-stained fingers hurry from one newspaper office to another. The thump and hiss of newspaper presses fill the air. Here, the Truth—or something claiming to be it—is prepared for distribution to the citizens of London."
"Fallen London's MOST POPULAR MUSIC-HALL presents a NEW EXTRAVAGANZA of ENTERTAINMENT each and every night!"
alias Horatia's. Location approximate.
Approximate location. The only known synagogue in London.
Approximate location.
"A venerable institution necessary to the proper functioning of the Fifth City. The Department of Menace Eradication subcontracts the adventurous to deal with the things that slither out of Bugsby's Marshes."
"The stamping, shouting, raucous, rowdy tavern on Watchmaker's Hill where the Cheery Man holds court."
"In an unprecedented move, the clandestine and obscure Temple Club has opened its doors to the public. It is a place for free thinkers, radical antiquarians and luminaries of the modern age to gather amidst the ruins of the Fourth City."
"A shabby, raucous, full-throated zailor's pub, sequestered amidst the warehouses and wharves of old Wolfstack."
"This is Wilmot's End! Whispered about in the stories of the Great Game. It's where the serious business of London's spycraft happens, if the stories are to be believed."
"The Foreign Office occupies two of the larger minarets and a copper pagoda in Wilmot's End. Wipe your feet."
"I've heard tell that there's a fancy club for exceptional sorts. It's on the river, in the shell of some old clock tower. The things that go on there! They'd curl your hair and clench your toes."
"Flute Street, the home of the Rubbery Men. It's a cavern. Nothing like the size of the Neath, but still huge. There's light here. A hazy golden glow, like the bottom of a honey sea, of uncertain source. You brush past delicate floating motes, the seeds of coral dandelions."
"The Royal Bethlehem Hotel. The most luxurious place to stay in London. The guests are surprisingly singular for such an expensive establishment."
