Old Newgate Prison

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"What was once a house of correction is now a home to chaos. Old Newgate, sealed away in 1875, has been left to its own devices. Its usage as a prison in the Neath was brief. Bees haunt the ruined tunnels now, a relic of some practice that took place in the prison; it is said Hell will pay handsomely for their recovery."[1]

Since its replacement by New Newgate Prison, the inmates have ruled the ruins of Old Newgate, where they compete in an ancient game: Dagger, or Flint? The prisoners play for bees; to collect these bees, outsiders must join the game.[2]

Dagger, or Flint?

"A heady drone can be heard within its broken walls as you enter. In the atrium, lined with fractured tiles, someone has put up a crude sign. Two images: a dagger, and a fire-lighting flint. Beneath them, someone has scratched 'CHOOSE'."[1]

In the dark ruined tunnels of Old Newgate, guided by nothing more than candle light, bravery, and the glimmer of a knife; now-decrepit murderers attempt to attack and ambush each other. All to secure the currency of the cursed tunnels, the bees that are said to be a relic of some practice that took place in the prison. Betrayals are frequent, new leaders quickly emerging to replace those who had their flames wiped out before.

However, for those who are able to outwit, outfight, and outlive their opponents, the rewards are vast. Hell pays handsomely for the recovery of any bees, though some prefer to taste the succulent honey and secrets that the bees can provide.[1]

The Meadery

"There are some things we were not meant to know, they say. But you wouldn't be down here if you took that seriously."

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A drop of Gaoler's Honey.

The bees of Old Newgate Prison are a source of Gaoler's Honey, also known as Red Honey. Gaoler's Honey is a sinister version of Prisoner's Honey, made by bees that have consumed human tears; its consumption allows one to experience another's memories, a process that is is incredibly painful for the unfortunate victim.

It is rumored that there is a tunnel leading from the Shuttered Palace to the Old Newgate Prison.[3] It is also said that if one were to consume an inordinate amount of honey from the bees of Old Newgate, they would see visions of the royal children partaking in the thrill of the hunt, while the jailers and Masters sweep through the chambers inspecting their prison.[4]

References

  1. 1.0 1.1 1.2 Hunt Bees in Old Newgate, Fallen London
  2. Hunt Bees in Old Newgate, Fallen London "In Old Newgate, the inmates rule the prison, where they compete in an ancient game: Dagger, or Flint? Mr Iron's prohibition was not heard here. The prisoners play for bees; to catch them, you will need to join the game."
  3. Find out what's below (The University), Fallen London "Fragments of London's old prison complex have been found before, of course. But this section seems to have detached and sank during the Fall, becoming an underground maze of tunnels lying somewhere west of the University, towards the Shuttered Palace. It is dark and disorienting. And what's that buzzing?"
  4. Taste honey from an inordinate amount of bees, Fallen London "The honey from the bees is as red as Sinning Jenny's habit. It is rich as sweet wine and scented like roses. It transports you gradually. The dreams, when they come, are as heady as laudanum, and punctuated by a quiet screaming from a voice that is not your own. You see Old Newgate as it was. Not one place of it, the cages and the prisoners, the princes and the princesses watching and partaking, the jailers and the Masters who sweep through the chambers to inspect their prison. No, you see all of it, from all vantages, at all once. The swarm sees all and you fly with them. For the briefest moment, the swarm remembers - another place, another time, where hives rose like towers in fields of gold, under a cosmogone sun. And then the dreams, and the screaming, fade."