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'' | ''herever there's poverty, darkness, despair, there's folk to make a profit on it. And London has these a-plenty''<ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Alleys of London: the Criminals|Fallen London|}} ''"Wherever there's poverty, darkness, despair, there's folk to make a profit on it. And London has these a-plenty."''</ref></blockquote> | ||
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{{Dropdown|Image=Fanggloveblack.png|Section Header=The Avaricious Glove|Quote=Imported from Polythreme. Lightweight. Dexterous. Amoral.|Text=A lockpicking expert from Polythreme. This glove can spin the dial to unlock a safe faster than you can say: We're in. Caught and locked up by the Special Constables, however, should it ever be released it is undoubtful that it will once again return to a life of crime.<ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Avaricious Glove|Fallen London |}} ''"You have to pull some strings at Dark & Savage. Then you have to bribe a Special Constable. Finally, you're invited to open an evidence locker with a crowbar, shuffle through the straw, and unwind the razor-wire. The Avaricious Glove itself is stuffed with pebbles. Each fingertip is pinched by an iron clothespin. But you soon dispense with these final restraints. This isn't a glove you can wear. It's too wilful – and it bites. But your hand would only slow it down. Operating autonomously, it can spin the dial to unlock a safe faster than you can say: We're in."''</ref>}}{{Dropdown|Image=Midnightmatriarch.png|Section Header=The Disgraced Rat-Catcher|Quote=Banished from the Department of Menace Eradication for 'over-qualification'.|Text=Years ago, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher drank cream from a porcelain dish and slept on feather pillows. But the lady of the house eventually realised why her other pets kept disappearing, and the Department of Menace Eradication was called. However, rather than facing the executioner's blade, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher was offered an opportunity to join the Department of Menace Eradication. And so an era of professional bloodletting began, soaking the streets of London in blood. However, just as quickly as this era began, so too did it come to an end as the Menace Eradicators came to realize just why so many co-workers kept disappearing after the Disgraced Rat-Catcher joined the Department. <ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Disgraced Rat-Catcher |Fallen London |}} ''"Many years ago, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher drank cream from a porcelain dish and slept on feather pillows. But the lady of the house eventually realised why her other pets kept disappearing, and the Department of Menace Eradication was required to evict the perpetrator. Rather than doing what they do best, the Department saw an opportunity, and so dawned a halcyon era of professional bloodletting – until the Menace Eradicators realised why so many co-workers kept disappearing."''</ref>}} | {{Dropdown|Image=Fanggloveblack.png|Section Header=The Avaricious Glove|Quote=Imported from Polythreme. Lightweight. Dexterous. Amoral.|Text=A lockpicking expert from Polythreme. This glove can spin the dial to unlock a safe faster than you can say: We're in. Caught and locked up by the Special Constables, however, should it ever be released it is undoubtful that it will once again return to a life of crime.<ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Avaricious Glove|Fallen London |}} ''"You have to pull some strings at Dark & Savage. Then you have to bribe a Special Constable. Finally, you're invited to open an evidence locker with a crowbar, shuffle through the straw, and unwind the razor-wire. The Avaricious Glove itself is stuffed with pebbles. Each fingertip is pinched by an iron clothespin. But you soon dispense with these final restraints. This isn't a glove you can wear. It's too wilful – and it bites. But your hand would only slow it down. Operating autonomously, it can spin the dial to unlock a safe faster than you can say: We're in."''</ref>}}{{Dropdown|Image=Midnightmatriarch.png|Section Header=The Disgraced Rat-Catcher|Quote=Banished from the Department of Menace Eradication for 'over-qualification'.|Text=Years ago, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher drank cream from a porcelain dish and slept on feather pillows. But the lady of the house eventually realised why her other pets kept disappearing, and the Department of Menace Eradication was called. However, rather than facing the executioner's blade, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher was offered an opportunity to join the Department of Menace Eradication. And so an era of professional bloodletting began, soaking the streets of London in blood. However, just as quickly as this era began, so too did it come to an end as the Menace Eradicators came to realize just why so many co-workers kept disappearing after the Disgraced Rat-Catcher joined the Department. <ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Disgraced Rat-Catcher |Fallen London |}} ''"Many years ago, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher drank cream from a porcelain dish and slept on feather pillows. But the lady of the house eventually realised why her other pets kept disappearing, and the Department of Menace Eradication was required to evict the perpetrator. Rather than doing what they do best, the Department saw an opportunity, and so dawned a halcyon era of professional bloodletting – until the Menace Eradicators realised why so many co-workers kept disappearing."''</ref>}} | ||
{{Dropdown|Image=bohonb2.png|Quote=Mahogany Hall doesn't pay enough to cover all the bills.|Section Header=The Entrepreneurial Illusionist|Text=The Entrepreneurial Illusionist main job is to entertain the great London masses at Mahogany Hall. However, Mahogany Hall doesn't always pay well, which meant that the Entrepreneurial Illusionist had to look for an alternative means to earn income. Thankfully, a career as a criminal scientist came easy to the Entrepreneurial Illusionist given her skills in lockpicking and escape artistery, with no one ever the wiser given her perfect alibi. Afterall, Thursday's audience can provide an alibi for the theft of Empire Adornments, afterall she was clearly onstage, bound in chains and suspended upside-down above a piranha-filled tank as the robbery occured. <ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Entrepreneurial Illusionist|Fallen London |}} ''"If anyone at Concord Square suspects the Entrepreneurial Illusionist (which they don't), then Thursday's audience can provide an alibi. She was clearly onstage, bound in chains and suspended upside-down above a piranha-filled tank, when Empire Adornments was robbed. You're in the audience, too, for her next performance. It's remarkable how she can pick a lock with just one toe. Not half as remarkable, though, as the costume jewellery in her dressing-room. You leave your compliments in an envelope stuck to the mirror, along with a date and a time, and the ball starts rolling quickly after that."''</ref>}}{{Dropdown|Image=Ratthief.png|Section Header=The Prince of Pearls|Quote=This infamous rat is suspected of stealing upwards of five-million moon-pearls.|Text=Infamous for alledgedly stealing five-million moon-pearls, the Prince of Pearls plans his next score deep within London's catacombs alongside his gang of venge-rats in suspiciously pearlescent grins.<ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Prince of Pearls|Fallen London |}} ''"Nobody contacts the Prince of Pearls; the Prince contacts you if you're worth the trouble. Beneath the streets, where the warrens crisscross and the tunnels twist, even the most knowledgeable rodents in your network can't point you in the right direction. But the stories you've dispersed achieve their intended effect. When you finally remove the blindfold you're compelled to wear, you find yourself flanked by venge-rats in a catacomb, surrounded by skulls with suspiciously pearlescent grins. The Prince, lounging atop the bones, is reading this morning's Gazette – and the Prince is intrigued."''</ref>}}{{Dropdown|Quote=Speech is superfluous in his profession.|Section Header=The Quiet Gentleman|Text=A man of few words, bloody contracts, and killer instincts. Sharp and quick-witted, he often uncovers his contracts hidden within the coded messages and ciphers of the advertisements and articles that fill the newspapers of London.<ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Quiet Gentleman|Fallen London |}} ''"He responds to the advertisement that you have printed in the Gazette. The text you submitted to Mr Huffam was written with a slippery cipher, which only a sharp reader would notice and only an experienced killer would answer. At the designated hour, you're sitting on the specified bench in Tyrant's Gardens when the Quiet Gentleman sits down next to you. He opens his briefcase. He pulls out the proof that the advertisement requested. He doesn't need to say anything: the bundle speaks for itself."''</ref>|Image=Appallingsecret.png}} | {{Dropdown|Image=bohonb2.png|Quote=Mahogany Hall doesn't pay enough to cover all the bills.|Section Header=The Entrepreneurial Illusionist|Text=The Entrepreneurial Illusionist main job is to entertain the great London masses at Mahogany Hall. However, Mahogany Hall doesn't always pay well, which meant that the Entrepreneurial Illusionist had to look for an alternative means to earn income. Thankfully, a career as a criminal scientist came easy to the Entrepreneurial Illusionist given her skills in lockpicking and escape artistery, with no one ever the wiser given her perfect alibi. Afterall, Thursday's audience can provide an alibi for the theft of Empire Adornments, afterall she was clearly onstage, bound in chains and suspended upside-down above a piranha-filled tank as the robbery occured. <ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Entrepreneurial Illusionist|Fallen London |}} ''"If anyone at Concord Square suspects the Entrepreneurial Illusionist (which they don't), then Thursday's audience can provide an alibi. She was clearly onstage, bound in chains and suspended upside-down above a piranha-filled tank, when Empire Adornments was robbed. You're in the audience, too, for her next performance. It's remarkable how she can pick a lock with just one toe. Not half as remarkable, though, as the costume jewellery in her dressing-room. You leave your compliments in an envelope stuck to the mirror, along with a date and a time, and the ball starts rolling quickly after that."''</ref>}}{{Dropdown|Image=Ratthief.png|Section Header=The Prince of Pearls|Quote=This infamous rat is suspected of stealing upwards of five-million moon-pearls.|Text=Infamous for alledgedly stealing five-million moon-pearls, the Prince of Pearls plans his next score deep within London's catacombs alongside his gang of venge-rats in suspiciously pearlescent grins.<ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Prince of Pearls|Fallen London |}} ''"Nobody contacts the Prince of Pearls; the Prince contacts you if you're worth the trouble. Beneath the streets, where the warrens crisscross and the tunnels twist, even the most knowledgeable rodents in your network can't point you in the right direction. But the stories you've dispersed achieve their intended effect. When you finally remove the blindfold you're compelled to wear, you find yourself flanked by venge-rats in a catacomb, surrounded by skulls with suspiciously pearlescent grins. The Prince, lounging atop the bones, is reading this morning's Gazette – and the Prince is intrigued."''</ref>}}{{Dropdown|Quote=Speech is superfluous in his profession.|Section Header=The Quiet Gentleman|Text=A man of few words, bloody contracts, and killer instincts. Sharp and quick-witted, he often uncovers his contracts hidden within the coded messages and ciphers of the advertisements and articles that fill the newspapers of London.<ref>{{Citation|https://www.fallenlondon.com/|The Quiet Gentleman|Fallen London |}} ''"He responds to the advertisement that you have printed in the Gazette. The text you submitted to Mr Huffam was written with a slippery cipher, which only a sharp reader would notice and only an experienced killer would answer. At the designated hour, you're sitting on the specified bench in Tyrant's Gardens when the Quiet Gentleman sits down next to you. He opens his briefcase. He pulls out the proof that the advertisement requested. He doesn't need to say anything: the bundle speaks for itself."''</ref>|Image=Appallingsecret.png}} | ||
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herever there's poverty, darkness, despair, there's folk to make a profit on it. And London has these a-plenty[1]
Gang Leaders
Once a year, three paragons of London's underworld gather to settle outstanding scores. They have asked you to mediate. The Cheery Man hunches over the table, his cane propped beside him. The Gracious Widow is veiled from head to foot. Green gloves hide her hands. The Topsy King perches in the rafters above, and hoots sadly.[2]
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The Cheery Man is the owner of the Medusa's Head, a tavern in Watchmaker's Hill, and the leader of one of London's criminal syndicates. Though he is ruthless even by the Fifth City's standards, he commands great loyalty among his thieves and cutthroats.[4] The Cheery Man was once a married man, and co-ruled Spite and the bordering areas with his wife. However, one of the numerous enemies of the Cheery Man ambushed and killed his wife, greatly setting back the Cheery Man's criminal empire.[5] | ||
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The Widow, as she is commonly called, is now the leader of a smuggling ring, probably taking after her true love. She has been known to smuggle jewels and Clay Men into and out of London. She is also the founder and secret owner of the Greyfields winery. | ||
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The Topsy King is the ruler of Flit. He is often accompanied by his gang of lunatic beggars and thieves, known as the Raggedy Men. He collects paintings and tends to speak in nearly incomprehensible gibberish. | ||
Notable Criminals
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A lockpicking expert from Polythreme. This glove can spin the dial to unlock a safe faster than you can say: We're in. Caught and locked up by the Special Constables, however, should it ever be released it is undoubtful that it will once again return to a life of crime.[8] | ||
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Years ago, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher drank cream from a porcelain dish and slept on feather pillows. But the lady of the house eventually realised why her other pets kept disappearing, and the Department of Menace Eradication was called. However, rather than facing the executioner's blade, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher was offered an opportunity to join the Department of Menace Eradication. And so an era of professional bloodletting began, soaking the streets of London in blood. However, just as quickly as this era began, so too did it come to an end as the Menace Eradicators came to realize just why so many co-workers kept disappearing after the Disgraced Rat-Catcher joined the Department. [9] | ||
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The Entrepreneurial Illusionist main job is to entertain the great London masses at Mahogany Hall. However, Mahogany Hall doesn't always pay well, which meant that the Entrepreneurial Illusionist had to look for an alternative means to earn income. Thankfully, a career as a criminal scientist came easy to the Entrepreneurial Illusionist given her skills in lockpicking and escape artistery, with no one ever the wiser given her perfect alibi. Afterall, Thursday's audience can provide an alibi for the theft of Empire Adornments, afterall she was clearly onstage, bound in chains and suspended upside-down above a piranha-filled tank as the robbery occured. [10] | ||
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Infamous for alledgedly stealing five-million moon-pearls, the Prince of Pearls plans his next score deep within London's catacombs alongside his gang of venge-rats in suspiciously pearlescent grins.[11] | ||
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A man of few words, bloody contracts, and killer instincts. Sharp and quick-witted, he often uncovers his contracts hidden within the coded messages and ciphers of the advertisements and articles that fill the newspapers of London.[12] | ||
References
- ↑ The Alleys of London: the Criminals, Fallen London "Wherever there's poverty, darkness, despair, there's folk to make a profit on it. And London has these a-plenty."
- ↑ A Council of Thieves, Fallen London "Once a year, three paragons of London's underworld gather to settle outstanding scores and they have asked you to mediate. The Cheery Man hunches over the table[…] The Gracious Widow is veiled from head to foot[…] The Topsy King perches in the rafters[…]"
- ↑ The Cheery Man, Fallen London "Grim. Vicious. Remorseless. But a man of his word.""
- ↑ "The Cheery Man.", Fallen London "The Cheery Man is the owner of the Medusa's Head, a tavern in Watchmaker's Hill, and the leader of one of London's criminal syndicates. Though he is ruthless even by the Fifth City's standards, he commands great loyalty among his thieves and cutthroats."
- ↑ Ask the Last Constable about her mother, Fallen London ""The Last Constable walks over to the tomb, her fingers idly stroking the stone. "Don't get me wrong. Mother was every bit as bad as my father. Worse, sometimes." She turns to face you, silhouetted in the light. "Spite and beyond used to be part of the family empire. They ruled it together, and you don't do that without making enemies. One day, father and I went to meet her at Beatrice's. Were almost right there. But when we saw what was going on inside - even though she'd taken down a number of them - no, he didn't want to stop." She pauses. "And then it was just us two."""
- ↑ "The Gracious Widow.", Fallen London " As cold as the River. As old as the Forgotten Quarter. Her heart is pickled in secrets."
- ↑ "The Topsy King.", Fallen London " His court is high and threadbare, but his tastes are cultivated. He does not care for coin."
- ↑ The Avaricious Glove, Fallen London "You have to pull some strings at Dark & Savage. Then you have to bribe a Special Constable. Finally, you're invited to open an evidence locker with a crowbar, shuffle through the straw, and unwind the razor-wire. The Avaricious Glove itself is stuffed with pebbles. Each fingertip is pinched by an iron clothespin. But you soon dispense with these final restraints. This isn't a glove you can wear. It's too wilful – and it bites. But your hand would only slow it down. Operating autonomously, it can spin the dial to unlock a safe faster than you can say: We're in."
- ↑ The Disgraced Rat-Catcher , Fallen London "Many years ago, the Disgraced Rat-Catcher drank cream from a porcelain dish and slept on feather pillows. But the lady of the house eventually realised why her other pets kept disappearing, and the Department of Menace Eradication was required to evict the perpetrator. Rather than doing what they do best, the Department saw an opportunity, and so dawned a halcyon era of professional bloodletting – until the Menace Eradicators realised why so many co-workers kept disappearing."
- ↑ The Entrepreneurial Illusionist, Fallen London "If anyone at Concord Square suspects the Entrepreneurial Illusionist (which they don't), then Thursday's audience can provide an alibi. She was clearly onstage, bound in chains and suspended upside-down above a piranha-filled tank, when Empire Adornments was robbed. You're in the audience, too, for her next performance. It's remarkable how she can pick a lock with just one toe. Not half as remarkable, though, as the costume jewellery in her dressing-room. You leave your compliments in an envelope stuck to the mirror, along with a date and a time, and the ball starts rolling quickly after that."
- ↑ The Prince of Pearls, Fallen London "Nobody contacts the Prince of Pearls; the Prince contacts you if you're worth the trouble. Beneath the streets, where the warrens crisscross and the tunnels twist, even the most knowledgeable rodents in your network can't point you in the right direction. But the stories you've dispersed achieve their intended effect. When you finally remove the blindfold you're compelled to wear, you find yourself flanked by venge-rats in a catacomb, surrounded by skulls with suspiciously pearlescent grins. The Prince, lounging atop the bones, is reading this morning's Gazette – and the Prince is intrigued."
- ↑ The Quiet Gentleman, Fallen London "He responds to the advertisement that you have printed in the Gazette. The text you submitted to Mr Huffam was written with a slippery cipher, which only a sharp reader would notice and only an experienced killer would answer. At the designated hour, you're sitting on the specified bench in Tyrant's Gardens when the Quiet Gentleman sits down next to you. He opens his briefcase. He pulls out the proof that the advertisement requested. He doesn't need to say anything: the bundle speaks for itself."
