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"Perhaps you'll never pronounce it quite like a Rubbery Man, but you finally know what 'slobgollion' means. It's the colour that oozes between life and death. Most humans will never perceive it, but for the first time, you're aware when you cross the threshold. Death's Country is always right here, cloaked by a colour that no living mind can fathom."[1]
Slobgollion is an unfathomable colour that covers the net-of-the-world, which separates the land of the living from Death's Country, rendering the latter imperceptible to living creatures despite the fact that it shares a physical space with the living world.[2]
A Colour That Cannot Be Perceived
A chunk of dead amber
The fact that Death is strange in the Neath is well-documented. Many of its now-permanent residents can tell stories of spending some time in a slow boat passing a dark beach on a silent river. What none will tell, however, is the tale of their journey there.[3] This journey cannot be remembered, for it passes through the Slobgollion barrier that covers the net-of-the-world, and Slobgollion cannot be fathomed by the human mind.
But what about the non-human mind? The Rubbery Men are known to have many organs which science has not yet described nor understood. Could this extend to their sensory organs? Could their often-strange behaviour be, in part, explained by them seeing things that we can't? Their amber is known to be both impressionable and influential on those who carry it; if a rubbery man were to pass through Slobgollion and perceive it while holding amber, that impression might be stored in it, and a human holding this Dead Amber might be able to perceive the colour.[4]
This is an experiment one would not want to attempt, for Slobgollion covers more than the net-of-the-world. Things which have known death become tainted with the colour, and to perceive it at all is damaging to the psyche.[5] It is a mercy, then, that the inhabitants of Death's Country do not wish to be perceived by the living, and will confiscate Dead Amber on sight.[6]
↑Slobgollion, Fallen London"It's that colour again – that eye-blistering, uncanny colour! Every light-beam bends, stretching into a spectrum: green, viric, blue, apocyan, and all the radiant rest. But there – right there! – somewhere between irrigo and oblivion, another colour floods through the net-of-the-world."
↑Slobgollion, Fallen London"Do you remember what it's like to die? I don't. Nobody does. We remember Death's Country, but not how we got there, and not how we got here again. The journey itself is a fog."
↑Slobgollion, Fallen London"Amber is impressionable. That chunk experienced everything that Mr McIntosh did. It won't let you feel exactly what he felt, but your senses should be more... elastic."
↑Slobgollion, Fallen London"Sometimes you can still see it: before you fall asleep; on a Constable's truncheon; in a devil's grin. It drips from the Flit, and it washes against Wolfstack Docks. They serve it as a sauce at well-regarded restaurants. Every penny, when you look close, has at least one stain. The Shuttered Palace is spotted, and your lodgings are too. It wells up around you everywhere – and the deeper you stare into its eye-blistering abyss, the more you appreciate why it hurts. Just as blue might suggest sorrow; or red, anger; or green, tranquility; so, too, does slobgollion evoke emotions."
↑Slobgollion, Fallen London"Bony hands reach over your shoulder. One plucks the Chunk of Dead Amber away. You see it vanish, sucked into the slobgollion, and then the slobgollion vanishes too."
